I don't give a fuck if Nick's beefin' with Em
I didn't write Guest because of The Invitation
I wrote Guest because I'm sick of racist motherfuckers in hip-hop
Nick Cannon bein' one of 'em
Matter of fact, Invitation dropped December 9th
I recorded Guest, October 18th, I got the studio files to prove it
Nick, this shit personal, bruh
Yeah, I'ma die, 'fore I motherfuckin' lie, dawg
Wanna test? Be my guest, go 'head try, dawg
Fuck a vest, if I ride, dawg
I'm blownin' out your eyeballs, why, dawg?
Why you gotta bring this side of me, Nick?
I ride on you quick, all you fuckin' ride on is dick, hoe
Bet you didn't know, I got info
That you feelin' on the thighs of the guys in your limo
Yeah, fuck with the wrong white boy
And not Shady, he can fight his own fight, boy
Even though, he doesn't have to
Long as you keep usin' all his lyrics in yo' rap, dude
Man, you fuckin' trash, dude
Em's bars the best that you ever flow
Your career is the best joke you ever told
I ain't scared, headin' west, 'bout to hit the road
Catch you out in public, run up on you
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker
Call me guest, again
I'ma send you home, motherfucker!
Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker!
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker!
Call me guest, again
I'ma send you home, motherfucker
Damn, man, why you have to start shit?
Lookin' like Aladdin, where the fuck yo' magic carpet?
Would call you a has-been, but your career never started
If I'm a guest, then you a host, learn to play your part, bitch
But, you ain't no host of hip-hop
You a host in Hollywood, act tough, you get dropped
I know your people, Nick, I been to your lab
Been put my Timbs on the boards, where you mix your tracks
I could drop ya' addy, like you drop to ya' knees for deals
So, drop the race shit, before I drop it for real
Drop you for real, put you on your ass, Nick
'Cause, rappin' ain't the only way that you can get your ass kicked
Man, you're fuckin' trash, bitch
Em's bars the best that you ever flow
Your career is the best joke you ever told
I ain't scared, headin' west, 'bout to hit the road
Catch you out in public, run up on you
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker
Call me guest, again
I'ma send you home, motherfucker!
Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker
Call me guest, again
I'ma send you home, motherfucker!
Yeah, and just so we're clear, this ain't just for Nick
This for anybody out there, talkin' that racist shit
Anybody out there, sayin' that somebody don't belong somewhere
'Cause, of the color of their fuckin' skin
Fuck you!
Hip-hop is a culture, not a color
But, um, if you still feel differently, Nick
Then, feel free to come make me leave
Make me leave, bitch!
Heh! You can't, though
You know why?
'Cause, Em's bars were the best that you ever flow
Your career is the best joke you ever told
I ain't scared, headin' west, 'bout to hit the road
Catch you out in public, run up on you
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker!
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker!
Call me guest, again!
I'ma send you home, motherfucker!
Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!
I ain't scared of no motherfucker!
No, motherfucker!
I'ma let 'em know, motherfucker!
Over shade of skin, better let it go, motherfucker!
Call me guest, again!
I'ma send you home, motherfucker!