Chance the Rapper
Nick Cannon Disses Chance the Rapper’s Kit Kat Commercial #Wildstyle
[Intro: Nick Cannon]
DJ D-Wrek, drop the beat
Clap your hands, y'all, clap your hands, y'all
I'mma go first, bring Chance out here, uh, we gon' do it like this

[Nick Cannon]
You wanna talk about my jeans with these skinny ass pants?
Yo, these ain't biggie, I'mma give you one more chance

[Chance the Rapper]
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

[Nick Cannon]
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

[Chance the Rapper]
That's cool
See, this right here is a Kit Kat, you call that a rap snack
I heard you was at Office Depot selling backpacks

[Chico Bean]
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
[Emmanuel]
Hol' on, hol' up, hold up
It ain't over
You fat, you eat left- and right-overs
You know this, I-I can't get a Fitbit
They don't want to get the dime joke, then forget it

[Chico Bean]
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 Dwyane Wade his Goddamn glasses back
Hey, and I get busy
Chico Bean, I'm the Wild 'n Out Drizzy

[Emmanuel]
I don't really care about none of that, you know I'm iller
I'm not playing, you really look familiar!

[Conceited]
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
[Corey Charron]
Ight, listen, Nick, we've heard you rhyme for a few years
And you ain't saying a word, like Mariah on New Year's
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

[Nick Cannon]
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

[Corey Charron]
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

[Charlie Clips]
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

[Hitman Holla]
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 in it
There's going to be so many dread-heads in your lobby, the cops gon' think Chance did it
[Chance the Rapper]
Nah, nah, fuck that, fuck that
Why they keep using my name as they metaphor for the joke? I wanna know the answer
And who the fuck 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, I'mma talk about you
You got on the shoes like you Blood, but he been repping the Cs
You look like Tory Lanez with that Benjamin Button disease
And it's bogus because I fuck with DC, that's one hell of a guy
But it look like in the middle of his forehead, somebody...swatted a fly
Fuck is wrong with you?

[Nick Cannon]
Hold on, Chance the Rapper, I'mma stop you right there because you my man, black
But that last rap was worse than my performance in Chi-Raq

[Chance the Rapper]
But nobody seen it
Did he really mean it?