Verse 1:
I can't stop, even if you don't respect it/
Look, I'm on a roll like Star Jones' necklace/
I want a big Porsche, tonight I been snortin'/
And fucking myself up worse than Ed Norton/
I'm actually corny, I only rap for the glory/
Haters can make a snack of my ejaculatory/
I'm a changed man, see now I love hanging out/
At the club with some bub with my stuff hanging out/
I'm a player, yo, I got game like a muhfucka/
This is what I say to a ho if I wanna fuck her/
"Sup baby, I seen ya openin ya eyes/
Figured I'd see what's up, and show you what I'm like/
Well no, no, I don't believe in love at first sight/
But I do believe you and me should fuck the first night/
And when Deuce get up in a ho like Deuce Bigelow/
It be sounding like a flute and a few piccolos"/
Chorus:
D, E, U, C/
E, O, N, E/
Don't start with me/
Won't be pretty/
Verse 2:
Man, I just don't get it/ You got
Rappers actin harder than touchstone pictures/
Man fuck those bitches, I'm murderin wack rap/
In celebration of the return of the jackass/
I just want punch rappers in the face/
I hate rappers in a way only other rappers can explain/
You act gangsta, you never spit truly/
Kid you more talk than a Kevin Smith movie/
And it's true when I tell you I'm a crazy cat/
I will tell John Cena to his face he's wack/
I don't give damn, I can't, I'm too wasted/
That bitch can't do shit but make Deuce famous/
Deuce One! The cat that came out of nowhere/
With a gat and blasted your brains out of both ears/
Extra heat, when I spread the beef, damn/
I'ma make the rap game need a refugee camp/
Verse 3:
Not a led popper, but I'll snatch ya head off ya/
Paint it red and then sell it to Red Lobster/
That ain't even make sense, I rep proper/
When I eat an emcee I mean like Jeff Dahmer/
I'm drunk now, the next steps to get ganja/
I'll go to church and squirt in the blessed water/
I'll sexually molest ya step daughter/
I'll pay a fat girl to step on ya/
I'm not a thug man, I never lived the life/
But if you superman, I guess I'm crip tonight/
Kids wanna act like they Simon Cowell/
Tryna to criticize my style and what I rhyme about/
Do you believe Deuce cares you think, no/
Just go home, cop yaself Deuce One ringtone/
Where the labels at? I can't wait to sell out/
Just so I can go crazy, Dave Chappelle style/
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.