Eminem - Eminem - Nail In The Coffin (Benzino Diss) Lyrics
This mother*****er man! Just won't shut up will you?Talking 'bout I owe him, ***** you owe meI'm promoting you right nowYo, let's put the nail in his coffinI don't wanna be like thisI don't really wanna hurt no feelingsBut I'm only being real when I sayNobody wants to hear that grandfather rap(Nope)And old men have heart attacksAnd I don't wanna be responsible for that, soPut the mic down and walk awayYou can still have a little bit of dignityI would never claim to be no, Ray BenzinoAn eighty-three year old fake PacinoSo how can he hold me over some balcony withoutBlowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me?(Ugh!)Please don't, you'll probably fall with meAnd our asses'll both be historyBut then again you'd finally get your wish'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent(Ha ha ha)*****in' punk *****, ***** you chumpGive me a one on one, see if I don't ***** you upTryin' to jump the Ruff Ryderz and they cut you upAnd you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck, dickIn the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'You sit behind a *****in' desk at The Source butt-kissin'And beggin' mother*****ers for guest appearancesAnd you can't even get the clearances, 'cause real lyricistsDon't even respect you or take you seriousIt's not that we don't like you we hate you periodTalk about a mid-life crisis, damnLast week you was shaking Obie Trice's handNow he's a buster? What the *****s with thatGet on a track dissing us and kissin 50's assAnd 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 manReady to take whatever sentence he hands?What you know about your wife slicing 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 don't know shit about no shopping rocksBut what you know about hip hop shops rocking spots?Were 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'sJust making copies of your covers to cassette singlesTo sell them out of the trunk of your TracerSpending your whole paychecks at Disk MakersWhat you know about being bullied over half your life?Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white(Ha ha ha)Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and riceI'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ!If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic downYou 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'Cause you're broke as *****, you suck, you're a *****in' jokeIf you was really sellin' coke with, then what the *****You stop for dummy? If you slew some crackYou'd make a lot more money then you do from rap(Ha ha ha)You'll never have no security, you'll never be famousYou'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a ***** ain't it?Raymond? Here let me break the shit down in Laymen'sTerms for you, just to make sure that you can understand itSince Canibus is using too many complicated *****in words for youHere let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slowerLet it go dogg, it's overI don't wanna be like thisI don't really wanna hurt no feelingsBut I'm only being real when I sayNobody wants to hear that grandfather rap(Uh, ugh)And old men have heart attacksAnd I don't wanna be responsible for that, soPut the mic down and walk awayYou can still have a little bit of dignityHa ha, 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 bumThreatenin' to shut me down at ya lil' *****ing Source magazineIf I come back when did I attack you?*****, you attacked me first take it like a manAnd shut the ***** up, ***** your little magazine tooI don't need your little *****ing magazineI got XXL's number anywaysAnd y'all can't stand it 'cause they gettin' bigger than y'allOh, and by the way, how'd I look on the VMA's?When you was watching me from whatever *****in' TVYou was watching me from, from BostonThe mean streets of Boston, *****in' sissyAnd you got us scared up in that mother*****er?Suck my mother*****in' dickOh! And for those that don't knowDon't get it twisted y'allThe Source has a white owner!
