Nick Cannon is now satisfied with angry posting anymore. After claiming that Eminem’s verse is not worthy to respond to, he releases his attempt at a diss.
Listen to it and read the lyrics below:
Scribing
[Intro: Suge Knight]
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Check this out, eh, Eminem, whatever your name is, right
You know, I ‘on’t never do no talkin’, but Nick a savage
This is your invitation (Hitmaka, there he go)
The prove to everybody else what you’re about (Young Griz)
When it takes off
Eminem’s a bitch
[Chorus]
On the Chevy [?] now, it’s shmoney on the bed
I can say I love it, but it’s hard to understand
I just want the real baby, you can have my last
You know, if you go out baby, ain’t no coming back
[Verse 1: Nick Cannon]
Ain’t nobody coming back, that’s a fact, this the invitation
Told Joe to lean back, don’t get hit with this retaliation
I fuck with crack, but the white boy he fuckin’ crack
Heels and smack [?] and he ’bout the real [?]
Call Kim, somebody get Hailie
And that other kid you raisin’ that ain’t even your baby (Daddy)
Took a page out the Drake book, this might get a Grammy
We going back to back ’til you respond on the family
My baby-mama killed you off a decade ago
You’re still cryin’ about it, bitch, now who really the ho?
I called Joe to set you up and you fell for the job
Slim won’t show for the video, ’cause he terrified of my squad
I heard your chauffeur got a video of you suckin’ a cock
You payed him off, then layed him off, now who really the opp?
Shouldn’t call me the new ‘Pac, I ain’t no killer but don’t push me
How the fuck y’all got me battlin’ Elvis Pussly Nigga
[Chorus]
On the Chevy [?] now, it’s shmoney on the bed
I can say I love it, but it’s hard to understand (Yeah)
I just want the real baby, you can have my last (Incredible game)
You know, if you go out baby, you know ain’t no coming back
[Verse 2: Hitman Holla]
This gotta be karma ’cause his shit out of luck
Eminem the perfect name, ’cause this nigga a nut
You used to beef with Nickelodeon Nick
He call Hit, and I come with the mop
And get on my [?] shit
Like bada-boom, got a beam
Lama sing, got spazz
Put Eminem in a bag, it’s Halloween
This ain’t an 8 Mile battle, man, I’ll do you awful
My competition in the target, I think it’s Marshall
Holla
[Chorus]
On the Chevy [?] now, it’s shmoney on the bed
I can say I love it, but it’s hard to understand (Facts)
I just want the real baby, you can have my last (Incredible, I got it)
You know, if you go out baby, you know ain’t no coming back
[Verse 3: Charlie Clips & Nick Cannon]
Come on Nick, that’s Marshall, you don’t need help
Nigga, you a rider? No safety, fuck a seatbelt
What? Is he out of his mind? I got a Glock
And don’t Eminem but long on the side of a .9, that’s crazy
Man, you act like Nick hurt you in your dream
You an M&M, how the fuck you mad a Starburst on the scene
Let me find out you still in that trailer park, this how we do
Run up and shoot the trailer, this the preview
Clips
[Chorus]
On the Chevy [?] now, it’s shmoney on the bed
I can say I love it, but it’s hard to understand
I just want the real baby, you can have my last
You know, if you go out baby, you know ain’t no coming back
[Verse 4: Prince Eazy]
He ain’t really for the culture, fuck his baby-mama in a choker
Picked up like a chauffeur, on that Twitter wall like a poster
[?] she get crack like cocaine [?]
[?] bitch die, I’ma still eat it, I’ma vulture
Now Mariah named me a mouth, you’re 47 chasin’ clout
Obsessed came out at old age and you’re just puttin’ some out?
‘Cause Marshall think he [?] but a white boy with a backpack
I do this shit for my real niggas, not the white boys tryna act black, on God
Eazy
[Chorus]
On the Chevy [?] now, it’s shmoney on the bed
I can say I love it, but it’s hard to understand
I just want the real baby, you can have my last
You know, if you go out baby, you know ain’t no coming back
[Outro: Suge Knight]
It-it-it’s time to [?] fuck that ass
But, he gotta realize, you run that shit out there, man
And at the end of the day, you got any person in the industry and any person in the street
Shit, where he gon’ go? [?] livin’ their life
‘Cause that’s the matter of time he spendin’, right?
Eminem’s a bitch for bringin’ bullshit up that’s not true
Say some shit and then think you’re a little hot, everybody wanna fall back
Or they wanna run around with all this police, nigga that ain’t part- you’re gonna be a rapper
[?]
Any time you be a rapper
Where all we gotta do, is get that motherfucker in the ring with you and you’re gonna beat the dogshit out of him
That motherfucker
Nick Cannon is a force in his- itself
[?]
He not scared to do stuff for the people
So if this dude want a real target on his back, that’s all it is
But don’t talk no shit and don’t fight
And you know what you call a man who ain’t gon’ stand up and fight? He’s a bitch
We should tell the motherfuckers in Detroit he got 24 hours to respond or they need kick his ass out the motherfucking city
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