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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!