[Intro]
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click-boom, now he's on the fuckin news

[Verse 1]
Now, who's the king of these rap acts? American Badass
They say he's a class act, no wonder he's jabbed at
That's why they put me up in lights and I rap back
And half these critics wanna mimic my crack ass
He ain't no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at
They ain't gon' finish till they send you to Baghdad
And minute by minute, they gon' pull you right in it
You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax
But don't you worry, I'm back, yeah, Deuce is back with a black hat
Cape and a black cat, baby, I'm the new Batman (Ooh)
You know only Sarah can grab that
I don't need no groupies trying to grab at
My pants, hoping that I'm gonna go back and tax that
I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash
How come I get laughed at by media trash bags?
Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half-black?

[Chorus]
Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride, we both know that's silly, know that's silly
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
[Verse 2]
Soon as my voice touches or even gets close to a track, it's
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, I'm dropping bombs on they asses
Burn you up in the ashes, yeah, I'm back to my old tactics
Rapping to slay faggots and rappers who ain't have
What it takes, so I straight jack 'em, slap 'em, I ain't laughing
This is where it gets tragic, homie, you ain't matching
Me or my rhymes, half-black, half-white rapper trying to downgrade my skills
Telling everyone I'm whack, shit, what about your habit?
Slinging dope on the streets from your one-bedroom apartment
"Hey, look, it's me, Cartman, I'm retarded"
Don't get me started how these old farts trying to pick apart my religion
Of course, I'm gifted, ain't no God but I'm lifted
Listen, I'm the Wizz Kid who grew up a little different
Welcome to my life, bitch, It's my last mission

[Chorus]
Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride, we both know that's silly, know that's silly
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad

[Verse 3]
I was born to rip shit, born with too much wit
That's why they call me the Wizz Kid 'cause I drop hits
Mimic me? I'm too sick; you can't hang, I'm too quick
What's my name? Deuce, bitch, it's the new shit
Leaving ego's bruised, and, yeah, you're trapped, you're stupid
Trying to step in my shoes, but it's foolish
I'm cuckoo, homie, I got screws loose
Fuck Tool, you can kiss my ass too, bitch
You and your Doctor Phil affiliates
You're worth two cents of my time and a few bars, so move bitch
As long as I'm doing music
I'mma be a nuisance, It's a new movement
[Chorus]
Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride, we both know that's silly, know that's silly
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad
Try and take my pride, we both know that's silly, know that's silly
You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad