The Invitation (feat. Suge Knight, Hitman Holla, Charlie Clips & Prince Eazy)

Number will be monitored and recorded Check this out, uh, Eminem, whatever your name is, right You know, I don't never do no talkin', but Nick is family This is your invitation To prove to everybody else what you're about Winner takes all Eminem's a bitch Hundreds everywhere, now it's money 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 comin' back Ain't no comin' 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 fuck with crack Pills and smack, shit, and he 'bout to relapse Call Kim, somebody get Hailie And that other kid you raisin', that ain't even your baby Took a page out of Drake book, this might get a Grammy We goin' back to back till 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 hoe? 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 paid him off, then laid him off, now who really the op? Suge called 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 Hundreds everywhere, now it's money 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 comin' back This gotta be karma 'cause he's 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 custodian shit Like bada-boom, dotted beam, llama sing Got spazz, put Eminem in the 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) Hundreds everywhere, now it's money 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 comin' back 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 belong on the side of a .9? That's crazy Man, you act like Nick hurtin' your dreams You an M&M, how you mad a star burst 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 Hundreds everywhere, now it's money 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 comin' back He ain't really for the culture, fucked his baby mama in a choker Picked her up like a chauffeur on that Twitter wall like a poster On fonem she'll get cracked like cocaine mixed with soda When I take her soul, if the bitch die, I'ma still eat her, I'm a vulture Why Mariah name in your mouth? You 47 chasin' clout "Obsessed" came out in '08 and you just puttin' some out? 'Cause Marshall think he a ape, but a white boy with a backpack I do this shit for my real niggas, not the white boys tryna act black, on God Hundreds everywhere, now it's money 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 comin' back It's time to sick that ol' buster ass, motherfucker But the shit you gotta realize you run that shit out there, man And at the end of the day, you got every person in the industry And every person in the streets Shit, where he gon' go? He just the new Vanilla Ice 'Cause it's a matter of time he hangin', right? Eminem's a bitch for bringin' bullshit up that's not true Say some shit and then when shit get a little hot Everybody wanna fall back Or they wanna run around with all these police You know, that ain't part, you're gonna be a rapper Any time you're a rapper You shouldn't have a whole bunch of police badges around you Any time you be a rapper You're supposed to be able to meet up With motherfuckers and handle your business But all we gotta do Is get that motherfucker in the ring with you And you're gonna beat the dogshit out of him That motherfuckin' simple Nick Cannon is a force in itself And if you have proper time for conversation Y'all got the same energy for doin' stuff for the people He not scared to do stuff for the people So if this dude want a real target on his back, that's on him But don't talk no shit and go and hide 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 twenty-four hours to respond Or they need kick his ass out that mothafuckin' city You have sixty seconds remaining