Guest (Nick Cannon & Lord Jamar Diss)

[Intro]
So, white people are guest in hip-hop, huh?
White people are guest in black music
What the fuck is black music?
Music isn't a color, music is a fucking sound!

[Verse 1]
You call me guest in my own house, bitch, I pay the mortgage
But I guess this ain’t my home now, who you think support this huuuh??
White people, yup, that’s right people
You trying to scare me off, cuz you scared that I might beat you
Man, this so fucking stupid hooping was made by a white man
I guess Michael Jordan is a guest there then? Right man?
Right Can-non, Nick, guess you think you fucking slick
Guess again you fucking prick, must not know who fucking with
Music colorless, it comes from within it’s like a ghost
But I don’t expect you to get that cuz the shit you spits a joke
Stick to comedy, on your knees, suck Hollywood off some more
Funny shit is you the whitest black dude that I fucking know
Woah! Why is he so mad?
Woah! Go ask DJ Vlad
Woah! Here I go
I’m on my white shit, right Nick??
Bro! Rap is fricking cool!! I should try it!
No, rap is for us black folks, just keep on buying it n keep it quiet… cracker

[Break]
Fuck! I was gonna say you just called me a crack!
I don't have the rhythm to catch up now
I am fucking behind the beat as the hook goes

[Verse 2]
So comfortable on beats I might go bucket naked to the lab
Put my life into my writing why you think it’s called a fucking pad?
Fuck you racists saying I’m a guest in rap cuz I ain’t black
I ain’t bad, for a white guy, yea, you could kiss my ass
I ain’t bad for the greatest rapper on the fucking Earth
What’s it matter what color my mom and dad were at my birth??
You can eat a big fat bowl of dick if you think that my bars
Don’t belong in rap cuz my skin color don’t match Lord Jamar’s
Becky Becky, oh my gosh, why is he talking so harsh?
Why doesn’t he feel like slavery is all his fucking fault?
Probably cuz it’s fucking not
I just dropped a video with a noose in it
And I had to YouTube how to tie the knot

[Break]
So, you know, like, clearly, I am fucking, like, expert CEO boss of KKK-level racist when I have to YouTube how-to, you fucking morons

[Verse 3]
Man Rap has always been my crib, way before MTV cribs
Now you steaming cuz my streaming money paying for my crib
But hey I didn’t earn it, right? And I don’t deserve the right
To write lyrics with a hand that’s white and cry about my perfect life
So what’s the purpose right? What’s the point to bring this up man?
Cuz I ain’t a guest here this the house that I grew up in
I’m sure people mad, but fuck all that I got enough friends
Tell em zip it for they get evicted, pay ya fucking rent
Cuz I’m bout to get it in homeboy
I’m bout to get it innnnn
All you talking bout is skin fuckboy
Quit talking bout my skinnnnn
I’m so fucking comfortable
You fucking know this where I liiiiive
Guess you thought that I was just a guest around here...guess again