This is why Eminem Murdered Benzino

[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this mother****er

[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginnin, you ain't reppin the streets
You from the outskirts of Detroit, where the *****es meet
I'm gonna pull your skirt up, expose your true sex
Antagonize your label, till I get my respect
You ran to your manager, asked him how to handle this
Five shades darker mother****er you'll be Canibus
No one would care about your complicated rhyme style
Another backpack rapper out of style
Don't let me have to backslap your mom's if you smile
I'm serious, if you ain't 'gon respect her why should I?
Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye
My time's never up cause real *****s don't die
I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip hop, will continue to be ****ed up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me ****ed up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign
Disrespect Benzino, that ass is mine
What you know about pumpin, on the block till you freeze
What you know about cuttin up rocks, duckin D's
What you know about facin, a grand jury indictment
As far as I'm concerned you just industry excitement
I hope them D12 *****s ain't who you fight with
Clash with the titan, you bound to start a crisis
Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend
My number in the rafters **** Bird I'm representin

[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk **** and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio ***** it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Verse 2]
The two thousand three Vanilla Ice how you playin it
If you ask me, you really ain't that nice you overrated
Hang you from your feet part two in theaters now
Drop your ass from the roof you gonna feel it now
You was unsigned hype, before you ever met Dre
I birthed your little career now you owe your life to Ray
The five mic giver, the Marshall maggot ripper
Better never let me see you with some jewels I'm gonna strip ya
Oh, and tell your label heads stop callin my phone (Jimmy)
Leavin messages sayin please leave him alone (**** that!!!)
And don't forget, how this **** all cccured to me
Your whole camp be surrounded by security
What you want? the black or the chrome?
How can you ever claim a block, when you have no home
I do it for my *****s in the cells and public housin
You takin too much X Em you need counselin
Get anybody on your roster who could **** with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make the mistake and take this *****'s side
I hate to have to turn this battle to an all in out war
But if we have to, I'm a leave his partners on the floor
I think we both know exactly what we hear for
I want the streets back I'm comin to your door
I earn my stripes I'm a don you a *****
Zino bombs hit you out the park you still a rookie
Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy
*****s on my block will knock Slim Shady

[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk **** and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio ***** it's all sealed (Sealed)
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk **** and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio ***** it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Outro]
And that's how the mother****in story go
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy,
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy




What is Benz talkin about?

Artist: Eminem
Album: Shady Records Official Mixtape *
Song: Nail in the Coffin
Typed by: Miles@Starmail.com

* we normally don't publish mixtape lyrics on OHHLA.com but an exception
will be made for this track to showcase Eminem's lyrical war with Benzino

[Eminem]
This mother****er man!
Just won't shut up will you?
Talking 'bout I owe him...
***** you owe me... I'm promoting you right now
Yo let's put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignitay

[Eminem]
I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino
An eighty-three year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony without
Blowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh!)
Please don't you'll probably fall with me, and our asses'll both be history
But then again you'd finally get your wish
cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent (Hahaha)
****In punk *****, **** YOU CHUMP
Give me a one on one; see if I don't **** YOU UP
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryderz and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck, dick
In the industry, swear that you in the streets husslin'
You sit behind a ****in desk at The Source butt-kissin'
And beggin mother****ers for guest appearances
And you can't even get the clearances, 'cuz real lyricists
Don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you we HATE YOU period
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a buster? What the ****s with that
Get on a track dissing us and kissin 50's ass
And asking me what I know about indictments, bite me
***** I got two cases, and probation, FIGHT ME!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man
Ready to take whatever sentence he hands?
What you know about your wife slicing her wrists
Right in front of the only thing you have in this world? A little girl
And I put that on her, when this is all o-ver
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know **** about no shopping rocks
But what you know about HipHop shops rocking spots?
Where you the only white boy up in the ***** just rippin'?
Pressing up your own flyers and your stickers, stickin'
Them *****es up after spending six hours at Kinko's
Just making copies of your covers to cassette singles
To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer
Spending your whole paychecks at Disk Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white
(Hahaha) Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice
I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!
If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down
You should be out killin mother****ers right now!
Kill a mother****er dead, KILL 'EM DEAD *****!
Shoot 'em in the ****in head, GO AHEAD *****!
Slap my mom; slap THE **** OUT OF HER!
She can't sue you; she wouldn't get a buck out of ya
'Cuz you're broke as ****, YOU SUCK, you're a ****In JOKE
If you was really sellin COKE with, then WHAT THE ****-
You STOP for, dummy? If you slew some crack
You'd make a lot more money then you do from rap (Hahaha)
You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never know what it's like to be rich; life's a ***** ain't it?
Raymond? Here let me break the **** down in Laymen's
Terms for you, just to make sure that you can understand it
Since Canibus is using too many complicated ****in words for you
Here let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slower
... Let it go dogg, it's over

[Chorus]
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (uh-ugh)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignitay

[Eminem]
Haha... talking 'bout, I have mother****ers calling your crib
***** YOU AIN'T EVEN GOT A ****In CRIB!
You ain't even got a ****ing phone... ****ing bum
Threatenin to shut me down at ya lil' ****ing Source magazine
If I come back when did I attack you?
***** you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the **** UP
**** your little magazine too
I don't need your little ****ing magazine
I got XXL's number anyways...
and y'all can't stand it 'cuz they gettin bigger than y'all
Oh, and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's?
When you was watching me from whatever ****in TV you was watching me from
From Boston...the mean streets of Boston
****in sissy, and you got us scared up in that mother****er?
SUCK my mother****in dick
Oh! And for those that don't know
Don't get it twisted y'all
THE SOURCE HAS A WHITE OWNER!

Eminem, is gay.

Originally posted by Big-g
Eminem, is gay. no hes not

yo em slaughtered benzino in both diss tracks. benzino has nothing against em. did you take a look at the sauce this month? there a big article on benzino and a poster cartoon of zino taking out em. hmmm, i wonder why he got the article and and the poster in the sauce?

Originally posted by child supreme
yo em slaughtered benzino in both diss tracks. benzino has nothing against em. did you take a look at the sauce this month? there a big article on benzino and a poster cartoon of zino taking out em. hmmm, i wonder why he got the article and and the poster in the sauce? I have got to look at that...did they give benz 5mics?

Eminem = GAY.

Silver Wolf=Putting up pointless post

Bzob = not much of an eminem fan but thinks his rapping is ****ing awsome

tru dat

YOu need to post Em's lyrics on Biggie's "Dead Wrong"...SICK!

Here it is, from Biggie's Dead Wrong:

[Eminem]
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the ****in, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to **** him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any ****** that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)

Chorus repeats to fade..

[Puff Daddy]
Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop

Royce verse in the orignal renagade the same way, and just changed the words...still was dope as hell...



[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo yo, it's several different levels to pickin up shovels
and dumpin you in ditches under sea level
Frontin you when I'm wit this
Let me refreshin you *****z til you my position in this
Beef! - Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid -
of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his
So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck
And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
I got a skunk, in my trunk
I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
Your dyin, how many lumps *****z want?
Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it
Slap a hoe, snatch a mic!
Bein brought to y'all in black and in white
(IT'S the NEW!) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades