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, huh?

White people, yup, that’s right people

You trying to scare me off 'cause 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 you fucking with

Music's colorless, it comes from with-in, it’s like a ghost

But I don’t expect you to get that 'cause the shit you spit's 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

Whoa! Why is he so mad?

Whoa! Go ask DJ Vlad

Whoa! Here I go

I’m on my white shit, right Nick??

Bro! Rap is fricking cool! I should try it!

Nah, rap is for us black folks, just keep on buying it 'n keep it quiet, cracker

So comfortable on beats I might go bucket naked to the lab

Put my life in my writing, why you think it’s called a fucking pad?

Fuck you racists saying I’m a guest in rap 'cause I ain’t black

I ain’t bad for a white guy, yeah, 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 'cause 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 'cause it’s fucking not

I just dropped a video with a noose in it

And then I had to YouTube how to tie the knot

Man, rap has always been my crib, way before MTV cribs

Now you steaming 'cause 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?

'Cause 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

'Cause I’m about to get it in, homeboy

I’m 'bout to get it in

All you talking 'bout is skin, fuckboy

Quit talking 'bout my skin

I’m so fucking comfortable

You fucking know this where I live

Guess you thought that I was just guest around here, guess again