Benzino Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2)

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[Verse]
Rock & Roll was a black thing until Elvis came and made it different (Okay)
You can’t self sustain, you too selfish wait and listen (What)
You keep saying my name you put yourself in this position
This what happens when the Celtics play the Pistons (Swish)
I was minding my business (Huh), you wasn’t making any type of noise these days
So a choice was made, clout chase Benzino and Coi Leray
You still in your annoying phase (Wow)
Ay, what do you call it when a man that stans Stan, is a Stan, help me coin the phrase (Ha ha ha)
I am the culture, you don’t even be around
You don’t even come outside, you don’t even see your town
Icewear Vezzo said „yo Em don’t be showin’ the city love”
Why you ain’t got no words for him, huh? He in your city, bruh
I wonder why, we wanna see, just say something please
Couldn’t be possibly that you ain’t really from them streets
I was born and raised in my city (Bean Town!), you shouldn’t come for me
I don’t know where you from, let’s say Missouri loves company (Hah)
I’m probably more Detroit than you ’cause these real niggas know me
I was with YBI in ’86, yeah, that’s my OG’s (Ohh wee)
4 corners, Columbia point
My young boys had the Moses on Dexter with the Bomb Boys close to me (Okay)
Okay, you found 50, and you put on five Detroit niggas
Rest in peace to the best one, the rest of them sound iffy
So let’s go down your stable (Okay)
Gunn left your label (Uh huh)
Benny left your label (That’s right)
Con’ left your label (Ah)
Royce left your label, Joe Budden left your label (Damn), Ortiz left your label, know Crooked I couldn’t save you (Nah), Yelawolf been out here floppin’ and where the hell Ca$his at though? (Where he at?)
Heard from Obie Trice only twice and not a word from Stat Quo (Not a word)
With all them false lines that you pitched them
Shady Records sound like less of a name and more like a description (Stop it)
Chain here, a feature there, beside of that, what did he do?
And why does this cat don’t get the type criticism that Diddy do?
Huh, y’all see what all this corny rap shit do to you
Since you so Hip-Hop, you should’ve went to Nipsey’s funeral (Wow)
If you support 50, then why ain’t you go to Smoke funeral?
And now you spittin’ gun bars, boy, I really throw two in you
Talk about „I catch a stray”, you pull it and squeeze
I’ve been shot multiple times, what’s a bullet to me?
Lookin at me, trust my process I am here to crook in these streets
You missing season like you rookie Embiid (Zino)
You call our women black bitches then play the victim when there’s distrust
You keep using the art form that we created to diss us
They try to rewrite history make you Elvis of Hip-Hop
But in stores Slim should be on the shelves next to Slipknot
You say you come from battle rap, but why don’t you support none of these battle cats? (Why?)
Drake be at these smack events, where your ass was at? (Ohhhh)
Room full of hood niggas back to back and it’s action packed (Yea)
And a pop rapper smack dab in the middle, imagine that
Last time you battled, shit was like 22 years ago, vs Marv Won
What was the outcome of that match up? Marv won (I swear)
You been afraid, you ain’t no renegade fam
And you duck my clipper blades ’cause you ain’t with the fade fam
Me, you and Royce can box, 2 on 1, y’all get the same hands
I’m in the trench with Ray Bands, so when I lift them, they land
I been a made man, you little mangy minute made man
And I’m pissin’ all in your Lyrical Lemonade stand (Owww)
My nigga Young Zee dissed you (Ay)
Miilkbone dissed you (Ay)
Last Emperor dissed you (Uh huh)
Pacewon dissed you (Okay)
Real lyricists but you ain’t go back at them did you? (Never)
'Cause you would rather battle pop stars to get your issue
You like to pick the low hanging fruit let’s get this clear
You dissed, Elton John, your mom, your ex, Britney Spears
You dissed Lana Del Ray fam, Moby, Iggy
Not Iguodala, the white broad, is you shittin’ me? (C’mon, man)
Will Smith, Nick Cannon, Insane Clown Posse (What)
A retired Joe Budden, when I tell a lie stop me (Stop me)
Machine Gun Kelly (Okay), that boy damn near whipped you (What)
Come on, dawg, how Vanilla Ice gon’ diss you? (How that go)
If you thought giraffe bars was hard you really need to grow up (Stop it)
You just plain Eminem, you ain’t got no nuts, huh?
This shit ’bout to get really dark on you (What)
Get them dogs on you, to bark on you, dog on you, dog
Soon as you log on, you got ’em locked on you
Like the laws on you (What)
Soon as your thoughts dawned on you
There’s a problem on your hands now ’cause I got it solved on you (Right)
Don’t make me fuckin’ call Benzino dog on you
I am really outside and this recluse need to get out more
I run the outdoors (What) and I can vouch for, anyone that been down, I can account for
And how about your mind will finally be off of my neck when my hands squeeze around yours (Motherfucker)