Verse 1:
Listen, this is what I am/
I smack bitches in the face 'cause I can/
I don't give a crap how rap's supposed to sound/
Raps going down, yo what the fuck was that sound?/
Prolly the trash can man, takin the trash can away/
To trash can land, where trash cans play/
I smack emcees, wack emcees/
Leave a skin grafh on they platinum teeth/
Keepin the rhyme up, do I need to remind ya/
That I'll beat on your eyes with a meat tenderizer/
I'll skeet in the fibers of ya bed sheets baby/
So you can remember me the next week, maybe/
I oughta make a grand, gotta change the plan/
You blow in all directions like an oscillating fan/
Yesterday it dawned on me/
I'm the best thing to control a mic since Don King/
Chorus 1:
This is the chorus (Chorus, chorus, chorus)/
A pause between verses (Verses, verses, verses)/
It drifts in an orbit (orbit, orbit, orbit)/
This hook is not perfect (Perfect, perfect, perfect)/
They supposed to be catchy (Catchy, catchy, catchy)/
This one's more annoyin' (noyin, noyin, noyin)/
Stacy Keibler is sexy (sexy, sexy, sexy)/
I wish I was her boyfriend (boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend)/
Verse 2:
Ya'll wanna dance? Well I promise my next song/
Will have ya knuckles in the air like sonic the hedgehog/
I might even go to the club and dance with you/
If you agree to let me and my mans hit you/
Individually, intense, over the course of a week/
And pay for the unfortunate abortion you'll need/
I steal from the rich, poor, and everything in between/
So I can buy a bunch of stupid shit that I don't even need/
You pissy? Kid, diss me, write a corny verse/
I'll have ya rep flyin south like some migratory birds/
I'll beat a bitches ass with a bat, cause I'm ghetto/
My tactic to set some shit at rap heavy metal/
Them factory speakers lack, ya wack if ya settle/
They can't bump the bass at it's maximum level/
Nasty in treble, you cat's be in trouble/
See Deuce? Maybe if you cat's seein double/
Chorus 2:
This is the chorus (Chorus, chorus, chorus)/
Microphone Magic (Magic, Magic, Magic)/
My dick is enormous (normous, normous, normous)/
Psyche, it's just average (average, average, average)/
This a laid back song (back song, back song, back song)/
So we can all kick back (kick back, kick back, kick back)/
Deuce One's the name dawg (name dawg, name dawg, name dawg)/
Please don't forget that (get that, get that, get that)/
Verse 3:
When I step to the mic stand, it's like, "Damn,/
Is he mexican or white with a nice tan"/
If you really need to know my race then I'm Arabic/
Mixed with the race that killed the native Americans/
Kids get behind me.... bitch sixty-nine me/
I'm sick, I'll kick this with a different rhyme scheme/
Kid's get behind me, I'll lead the pack/
Bitch sixty nine me, I need some ass!/
The grudge I hold til Deuce One controls.../
The skies, strike down dykes with a thunderbolt/
I'm full of wonder, I swam in the water/
Jesus walked on and pulled him under/
Life sucks, I'll probably end up in jail or prison/
Cause I can't get a break, like Halle Berry's victims/
What's on the menu when I bust these clowns/
Mustard gas, agent orange and a mushroom cloud/
Chorus 3:
This is the chorus (Chorus, chorus, chorus)/
A pause between verses (Verses, verses, verses)/
I live in a forest (forest, forest, forest)/
This hook is not perfect (Perfect, perfect, perfect)/
I am not sober (Sober, sober, sober)/
I'm kind of annoyin' (noyin, noyin, noyin)/
This song's about over (Over, over, over)/
I sure hope you enjoyed it (joyed it, joyed it, joyed it)/
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.