Remember when Eminem destroyed Benzino?
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Remember when Everlast destroyed Eminem....
Here come the mighty
One they call Whitey
All you sons of Whitey
Are all dikkbiters
So won't the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that shyt I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bytch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me
Little bytch need to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shyt for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That shyt about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a p*ssy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun
Talkin' 'bout a faq but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You're a sucker
Word up, for real
You wanna talk some shyt money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fukk that shyt, that's it
Read more: Everlast - Whitey's Revenge (The Eminem Diss) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
nikka please, he shyt on everlast
Not to mention he came at him out of jealousy.
So he wants to reconcile with em because he was black balled? I'm not sure how that gets him his company back from whoever "they" are.
Big Mel
@bigboss
Yep. I was embarrassed for Ray. It was like an onslaught of relentless Pac Em in his prime eviscerating him. A thing to behold.
Eminems a fakkit and Benzino's a clown.
i do appreciate he brought those racist tapes to the people though but his intentions were probably more personal than anything..so fukk him.
only time i heard bits of those records was on the Beef dvd.
i think the songs were on the Street Wars tapes but i always skipped them...was sick of Eminem by that point..the love for him was nauseating.
although, give me this Benzino affiliated record over any Eminem song.
when i found out this was Benzino related
i do appreciate he brought those racist tapes to the people though but his intentions were probably more personal than anything..so fukk him.
only time i heard bits of those records was on the Beef dvd.
i think the songs were on the Street Wars tapes but i always skipped them...was sick of Eminem by that point..the love for him was nauseating.
although, give me this Benzino affiliated record over any Eminem song.
when i found out this was Benzino related
Nail in the coffin 
come on man. be smart.
and its not about the company. hip-hop weekly been outselling the source almost as far back as its inception.
and its funny how people talk about benzino supposedly ruining their precious little magazine, but as soon as benzino & mayes got the boot, NOBODY even paid the source any attention anymore. i dont hardly even see it on the shelves these days.
p cutta street wars mixtape era 
The early & mid 2k's wasn't the best but the non stop fukkery made it entertaining as hell.
On closer inspection this particular beef was closer than I remember
Never thought Benzino was as wack as ppl said. I remember listening to 'Lose yourself' (the diss) and thinking it was pretty good. He dropped some good disses.
The early & mid 2k's wasn't the best but the non stop fukkery made it entertaining as hell.
On closer inspection this particular beef was closer than I remember
Never thought Benzino was as wack as ppl said. I remember listening to 'Lose yourself' (the diss) and thinking it was pretty good. He dropped some good disses.
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hiphopfanatic
Pro
Remember when Everlast destroyed Eminem....
Here come the mighty
One they call Whitey
All you sons of Whitey
Are all dikkbiters
So won't the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that shyt I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bytch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me
Little bytch need to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shyt for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That shyt about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a p*ssy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun
Talkin' 'bout a faq but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You're a sucker
Word up, for real
You wanna talk some shyt money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fukk that shyt, that's it
Read more: Everlast - Whitey's Revenge (The Eminem Diss) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Playa With Tha Passport
Mr International
lol he aint blackballed
he on probably the most popular black reality tv show on air
and made another magazine
and he sold his the source, his decision, and it was a good money decision
he had no choice but to sell the source.
they couldnt get ads.
you dont think there arent still potential deals being left off the table cuz of this?
besides, dude lost everything and nobody wanted to ride. now everybody wondering what happened to hip-hop, lookin all stupid. so naw, i dont blame him one bit. just get your paper at this point.
hiphopfanatic
Pro
And if you believe that, you're on crack.
SpacelySprockets
Veteran
This was Benzino's best diss.. the beat and his flow
Then Eminem completely dismantled his whole life on Nail In The Coffin the way he said "let it go dawg its over" was so etherous.. it was like, what could Benzino do after that it was clear he was fighting a losing battle
But it is funny how Eminem is at the age where nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap now
Then Eminem completely dismantled his whole life on Nail In The Coffin
the way he said "let it go dawg its over" was so etherous.. it was like, what could Benzino do after that it was clear he was fighting a losing battleBut it is funny how Eminem is at the age where nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap now
Remember when Everlast destroyed Eminem....
Here come the mighty
One they call Whitey
All you sons of Whitey
Are all dikkbiters
So won't the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that shyt I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bytch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me
Little bytch need to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shyt for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That shyt about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a p*ssy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun
Talkin' 'bout a faq but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You're a sucker
Word up, for real
You wanna talk some shyt money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fukk that shyt, that's it
Read more: Everlast - Whitey's Revenge (The Eminem Diss) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
