Eminem Slays Benzino In Kay Slay Diss Track

has hit back at 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

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