[Intro]
So, white people are guests 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 fuckin' 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, huh?
White people, yup, that’s right, people
You tryina scare me off, 'cause you scared that I might beat ya

[Verse 2]
Man, this so fuckin' stupid, hoopin' 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 fuckin' slick
Guess again, you fuckin' prick, must not know who you fuckin' with

[Verse 3]
Music colorless, it comes from within, 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

[Bridge]
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 frickin' cool, I should try it
Nah, rap is for us black folks, just keep on buyin it, and keep it quiet, cracker
Fuck! I was gonna say, you just called me a crack--
I don't have the rhythm to catch up, now
I'm fuckin' behind the beat, this the hook goes, and fuck, I'm so white!

[Verse 4]
So comfortable on beats, I might go bucket naked to the lab
Put my life in writin', why you think it’s called a fuckin' pad?
Fuck you, racists sayin' 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

[Verse 5]
I ain’t bad for the greatest rapper, on the fuckin' 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

[Bridge]
Becky, Becky, oh my gosh, why is he talkin' so harsh?
Why doesn’t he feel like slavery is all his fuckin' fault?
Probably 'cause it’s fuckin' not, I just dropped a video with a noose in it
And, I had to YouTube how to tie the knot
So, you know, like, clearly, I am fuckin', like
Expert, CEO, boss of KKK level racist, when I have to YouTube how to
Fuck it, you fuckin' morons

[Verse 6]
Man, rap has always been my crib, way before M-TV Cribs
Now, you steamin' 'cause my streamin' money payin' 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

[Verse 7]
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," 'fore they get evicted, "Pay yo' fuckin' rent"

[Verse 8]
'Cause, I’m about to get it in, home-boy, I’m about to get it in
All you talking bout is skin, fuck-boy, quit talkin' 'bout my skin
I’m so fuckin' comfortable, you fuckin' know this where I live
Guess you thought that I was just a guest around here, guess again