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Deuce

Aron Erlichman (born March 2, 1983), is better known by his stage name Deuce. The nickname "Deuce" comes from his former nickname "Tha Producer". He is an American music producer, singer-songwriter, and rap rock artist. Brought to fame as producer, singer/songwriter and one of the founding members of rap rock band Hollywood Undead, Deuce has since moved on to solo work through the label "Five Seven Music", a branch of Eleven Seven Music. He is also involved in a movement with fellow rapper The Truth (Vardan Aslanyan) called "Nine Lives" (often stylized as both "9LIVES" and "IX LIVES"). Deuce released his debut album of the same name on April 24, 2012, which sold 11,425 copies in its first week. Deuce has also collaborated with artists BrokeNCYDE and Blood on … more »

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2012

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Those fools are never gonna rap again
Yeah, we go push all you mother fuckers back
It ain't over till its over man
Revenge is like a mother fucker, ain't it?

Nine lives

Love me or hate me but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top
I'm screamin' 'f*ck the world' like Tupac
Say my name and you might get shot
It's Nine lives mutha' fucka' 'till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined in chalk
If you talk you better learn to walk the walk,
'Cause its Nine lives mutha' fucka' till I drop

They call me scante bigante
OK I'm reloadin'
Sticks let the drum spray
Damn that flake got me loaded
Catch a standin' ovay
Clap until your up and open
Daddy bring the heat out
Someone leave the oven open?
Bitch who you kiddin'
We be hotter than a sun blaze
So fuckin fly I don't even need a run way
Blunts full of kush
I be steamin till my lungs cave
Gotta, gotta get paid
Now f*ck someday
Blocks of the chalk
And a spoon full of H (aye)
Stay with more choppers
Than the mutha fuckin HA's
True call up deuce like dude what it do
Look pops for the loot
Ain't no tellin what I'll do
I cock aim and shoot
HU I see you
No ICU in the world that save you
I be all about the paper
Baggin up the yaper
On my barbershop shit
Give da brick a taper

Nine lives

Love me or hate me but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top
I'm screamin' 'f*ck the world' like Tupac
Say my name and you might get shot
It's Nine lives mutha' fucka' 'till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined in chalk
If you talk you better learn to walk the walk,
'Cause its Nine lives mutha' fucka' till I drop

You can love me or hate me, I don't give a f*ck
What you tryin' a date me? Either way either you on my nuts, but
Whateva' you thinkin' won't stop this supa' star,
This world is mine to rape, f*ck it like stupid groupie broads
Use a magnum extra-large but I'd ooh rather do it raw,
These pussy rappin' faggots sissy bastards really turn me on
And I'm gonna stick it to 'em, man my dick is gettin' hard,
F*ck 'em all and I'm a prove it while I do it like its my job
If it is I stick my dick up in this biz to get it off,
While I'm ticklin' the clitoris by stickin' it in soft,
Just to trick 'em like I'm fickle and its possible I'm fluff,
But my dick is quick to switch the brick and give it to 'em rough
I'm a sick and twisted son of a bitch, no disrespect to mom,
But she gave birth to a kid way worse than Dahmer, bin Laden, or Saddam
Persistent I'm a sadistic killer ready to uni-bomb
Gadget, if faggots want static tell they asses to bring it on

Nine lives

Love me or hate me but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top
I'm screamin' 'f*ck the world' like Tupac
Say my name and you might get shot
It's Nine lives mutha' fucka' 'till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined in chalk
If you talk you better learn to walk the walk,
'Cause its Nine lives mutha' fucka' till I drop

I spew hate in every direction I spit,
I'm tearin' it down, everything you built
I already found my niche, snitches
Ain't never gonna stop me, this is it
I can hear my voice bitch,
Everyone knows I'm on fire, shit,
Its the reason why these white kids buy this
Theres no more Undead, its Nine lives,
This punk-ass better go home or retire, with his mama
'cause its already to late to stop what I did
It hurts when I rip this mic' up, slap you upside
And call you 'my bitch' if you can't play the game fucker
Better stand outside it
You ain't never gonna have no fame again,
Both you and your boyfriend in bed
Look at these faggots, how I beat them with
Just the touch of a pen
I could' a smacked you hard but I tapped you bitch
And wrote this song instead, like I said in story of a snitch,
We are not best friends
I almost flew over the cuckoo's nest, I had to get shit off my chest,
You tried to push my ass off the edge, but I got Nine lives homey,
I ain't dead

I came to party, I came to party
Hands up girl give me that body
I can tell you want somethin' from me,
'cause everything you think girl I can see
I came to party, I came to party
Hands up girl give me that body
I'm a make you mine before I leave,
'Cause every little thing you do to me,
got me goin' crazy

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