Corrección Letra Nick Cannon Disses Chance the Rapper’s Kit Kat Commercial #Wildstyle par Chance the Rapper

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DJ D-Wrek drop the beat
Clap your hands y'all, clap your hand y'all
Imma go first, bring Chance out here, uh we gon do it like this
You wanna talk about my jeans with these skinny ass pants yo, these ain't biggie imma give you one more chance

Ok DJ D-Wrek you gon give him a bell and I like that but seriously you and Spike Lee can never come back to Chi-Raq

Man you said I can't come to Chicago man you should keep that, you ain't got no bars I guess that's why they gave you a Kit Kat

That's cool, see this right here is a Kit Kat, you call that a rap snack, I heard you was at office depots selling backpacks

Emmanuel, yea Emmanuel
I said Emmanuel, it's about to go down why do you have on a Wild N' Out night gown, Chico Bеan I'm like no other D-Wrek givе his dime joke one more buzzer

Hol' on hol' up hold up it ain't over, you fat you eat left and right over, you know this I- I- can't get a Fit-bit, they don't want to get the dime joke then forget it

Wassup
Chico, you know that I am known to rhyme nobody got that dumb joke about the dime but you kept telling it the whole damn show why you cut a hole in the top of your hat bro it looks stupid and I just want to say that, give Dwayne Wade his god damn glasses back hey and I get busy Chico Bean I'm the Wild N' Out Drizzy

I don't really care about none of that you know I'm illa, I'm not playing you really look familiar

DJ D-Wrek, cut the beat
Seriously what are you going to say about me beside you standing tall, I think you Wrap your head like a fortune teller because you like putting your hands on balls

Ight listen Nick, we've heard you rhyme for a few years and you ain't saying a word like Mariah on New Years, I saw what you did to Chance with the chocolate, it wasn't a sick rap, I just killed you with four bars, that's a Kit Kat

He don't know the rules, talking about my ex wife that's a no no bad stamina, matter of fact I'm about to ship your white ass back to Canada

He's right, I am Canadian, I'm from the home of Drake, the Weeknd, we got all the components, Canada's got talent we just don't want you to host it

Who you send Hitman? rapping bout guns like you can relate with me? boy I pull this gun all the girls passing out like I got Drake with me. You don't bust guns, you keep your hands by the 9 like 8:50, you wanna fight? exactly, that ain't a Chance the Rapper wanna take with me

You talking bout guns to me? you know your mans with it, you pull out, I pull out one, let's dance with it. I pull out a hammer and pistol whip you on the top of your head with the trey they think it's chance fin it, there's going to be so many dread heads in your lobby, the cops gon think Chance did it

Nah nah, f**k that, f**k that, why are they keep using my name as they metaphor for the joke, I wanna know the answer, AND WHO THE f**k ARE YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE BIG K.R.I.T WITH CANCER!
No I'm not done, I'm ridin' in the jet, on the curb and I'm swerving, don't know why you got on that turban look like you should be driving an uber suburban
Now I'm done with you, imma talk about you. You got on the shoes, like you blood but he been repping the C's, you look like Tory Lanez with that Benjamin button disease
And it's bogus because I f**k with DC, that's one hell of a guy, but ihe look like in the middle of his forehead somebody swatted a fly, f**k is wrong with you

Hold on, Chance the Rapper, imma stop you right there because you my man black but that last rap was worse than my performance in Chi-raq

But nobody seen it... did he really mean it

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