Текст песни: The Invitation + перевод

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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 (Hitmaka, D-Diego)

To prove to everybody else what you’re about (Go Grizz)

Winner takes all (Right Now Sound)

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 (Crack)

Pills and smack, Shady 'bout to relapse

Call Kim, somebody get Hailie

And that other kid you raisin', that ain’t even your baby (Daddy)

Took a page out of Drake book, this might get a GRAMMY

We goin' 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 paid him off, then laid him off, now who really the opp?

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 (Yeah)

I just want the real, baby, you can have my last (Incredible game)

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 called Hit and I come with the mop and get on my custodian shit

Like bada-boom, dotted beam, llama sing

Got spazzed, 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 (Facts)

I just want the real, baby, you can have my last (Haha, incredible, I got it)

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 nine? That’s crazy

Man, you act like Nick hurtin' your dreams

You an M&M, how you mad a star burst on the scene? (Haha, you get that?)

Let me find out you still in that trailer park, this how we do

Run up and shoot the trailer (Blaow), this the preview, Clips, 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 (I am)

You know, if you go out, baby, ain’t no comin' back (Eazy)

He ain’t really for the culture

Fucked his baby mama in a choker (Choker)

Picked her up like a chauffeur (Skrrt)

On that Twitter wall like a poster (Ugh)

On foenem 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 forty-seven chasin' clout

«Obsessed» came out in '08 and you just puttin' some out? (Damn)

'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 (Eazy)

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-it-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 gon' 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 dog shit out of him

That motherfuckin' simple

Nick Cannon is a force in it-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

Hahahahaha, haha

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