Eminem Slays Benzino In Kay Slay Diss Track
Eminem has hit back at Benzino with a 3 1/2 minute blast that goes after The Source and the mag’s lack of cred, his age, and says kiss our ass on the behalf of Aftermath. Read on for the lyrics.
coming up, it never mattered what color you was
if you could spit, then you could spit
that’s it, that’s what it was
back when, muthafu**as was straight backpackin’
cypherin’, fightin’ for life in this rap
for the mic to get passed
and you psyched and you gassed
and you hyped cuz you last
and you might whip some ass
if you lost, then you lost
shake hands like a man
and you swallowed it
when the unsigned hype column in
The Source was like, our only source of life
when the mics used to mean somethin’, a four was like
you were the sh**
now it’s like the least you get
three and a half now means you a piece of sh**
four and a half or a five means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas or Benzino
and I don’t even think you realize
you playin’ with muthafu**as lives
I done watched Dre get fu**ed on The Chronic
probably cuz I was on it
now you fu**ed me outta my mics twice
I let it slide
I said I wouldn’t hold my fu**in’ breath to get a five
and I was right
I done fu**in’ died already tryin’
I swear to God, I never lie
I bet it’s why, you let that bitch give me that bullsh** review
I sat and took it
I ain’t lookin’ for sh**, we knew
you’ll probably try to fu** us with Obie and 50, too
*hock, spit*
fu** a relationship, we through
no more of The Source’s street credit
them days is dead
Ray’s got AK’s at Dave Mays’s head
every issue, there’s an eight-page Made Men spread
will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
that I am not afraid of this fu**in’ waste of lead
on my pencil
for me to write some sh** this simple
so listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
this OG’s, about to get smoked like rolled weed
you don’t know me or my muthafu**in’ mother, you muthafu**in’ punk
put me on your fu**in’ cover just to sell your little sellout mag
I ain’t mad, I feel bad
here’s an ad, here’s a poster of Ray Ray and his dad
you wanna talk about some sh** that you don’t know about, yeah
let’s talk about how you puttin’ your own son out there
and try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat
you’re never gonna blow
bitch, you’re just too old
no wonder you’re sore now
lordy, you’re bored now
I’m pushin’ thirty, you’re kickin’ forty’s door down
bitch, this is war now
and you’ll never beat me
all you do is cheat me
outta quotables
but you know that you’ll
always see me, on your TV
cuz you know that you gotta– *KAY SLAY DRAMA KING EXCLUSIVE!!*
–see your video played once on BET
so, hee hee hee
who has the last laugh?
Aftermath, yeah
so on behalf of our whole staff
kiss our asshole cracks
and never fold or hold back
just know that, Benzino’s wack
no matter how many times I say his name
you’ll never blow, jack
you’re better off tryin’ to bring RSO back
look at your track record
that’s how far it goes back
it’s extortion
and Ray owns a portion
so half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail, from Boston
bullyin’ and bossin’, Dave like a slave
they completely brainwashed him
and forced him to stay locked in his own office
afraid of the softest, fakest wannabe gangster in New York
and it’s pitiful
cuz I woulda never said sh** if you’d
have kept your mouth shut
bitch, now what
hit it, Clue!
new sh**, exclusive
yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid
you know what to do with this, use it
I’m through, this is stupid
I can’t belive I stooped to this
bullsh**, to do this
