Eminem – Nail In The Coffin (BENZINO DISS)

[Eminem]This motherfucker man, just won’t shut up will you?Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe meI’m promoting you right nowMan lets put the nail in his coffin[Chorus]I dont want to be like thisI dont really want to hurt no feelinsBut Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rapOld men have heart attacksand I dont want to be responsible for that soPut the mic down and walk awayYou can still have a little bit of dignity[verse 1]I would never claim to be no Ray Benzinoan 83 year old fake PachinoSo how can he hold me over some balconywithout throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift mePlease dont, youl probably fall with meand our asses will both be historyBut then again youl’ll finally get your wishcuz youl be all over the street like 50 CentFuckin punk pussy fuck you chumpgimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you upTryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you upAnd you put Jada on a track thats how much you suckdick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlinYou sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissinand beggin motherfuckers for guest appearencesand you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricistsdont even respect you or take you seriousIts not that we dont like you, we hate you – periodTalk about a mid-life crisis damnlast week you was shakin Obie Trice’s handNow hes a busta? What the fucks with that?Get on a track dissin us kissin 50’s assand askin me what I know about inditements-bite mebitch I got two cases, and probation – fight me!What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a manready to take whatever sentence he handsWhat you know about your wife slicin her wristsright in front of the only thing you have in this world – a little girl?And I put that on her, when this is all overI would never try to make her a star and eat off herI dont know shit about no shoppin rocksBut what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippinpressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickinthem bitches up after spendin six hours at KinkosJust makin copys of your covers of cassette singlesand sell them out the trunk of your TracerSpendin your whole paycheck at Disc MakersWhat you know about bein bullied over half your life?Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half whiteVanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I’m eating you alive insideJesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic downYou should be out killin motherfuckers right nowKill a motherfucker dead, kill’em dead bitchShoot’em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitchSlap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of youCuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin jokeIf you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuckyou stop for dummy? If you slew some crackyou’d make alot more money than you do from rapYou never had no security, you’ll never be famousYou’l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamensterms for you just to make sure that you can understand thisand Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for youHere then let me slow it down for youso you can understand if I say it slower:Let it go dawg it’s over[Chorus][Eminem talkin]HahaTalkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your cribbitch you aint even got a fuckin cribYou aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin BumThreatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazineif I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me firsttake it like a man and shut the fuck upand fuck your little magazine tooI dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anywayzAnd yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yalloh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in BostonThe mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissyLike you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicksOh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner

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