Benzino disses Slaughterhouse and Eminem

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  • Houston
    Back home
    • Oct 2008
    • 21231

    #16
    Originally posted by Bob Kuzzy
    It definitely is one of the best diss tracks in hip hop history. Lyrical rapeage.
    My 2 favorites



    Taking all of N.W.A in one song.



    Dre's one of my favorites but they killed him on this.

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    • dell71
      Enter Sandman
      • Mar 2009
      • 23919

      #17
      Originally posted by Boss AZ
      Seriously Benzino?

      This dude just won't go away. Nobody cares about what you gotta say. At best we get some entertaining tracks from artists he tries to diss.
      This

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      • IamMedellin
        Everything Burns...
        • Nov 2008
        • 10910

        #18
        1st of all...who tha fuk is benzino?

        2nd of all no one has ever topped tupac's viciousness in a diss track
        [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4HjsZqOaQ0"]YouTube - Tupac - Hit Em Up(Uncensored)[/ame]




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        • OnlyOneBeerLeft
          Fuck em
          • Oct 2008
          • 10430

          #19
          greatest RECENT diss track...and lyrically powerful.... one of the top 5 diss tracks all time.

          [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXGlHT5NSno"]YouTube - GZA - Paper Plates(50 cent Diss)[/ame]

          You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
          Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
          Got a few hooks but no jabs
          Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
          I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry
          Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
          Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
          He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
          Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
          Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
          Stop sippin' on that Formula 50
          They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
          Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
          Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
          I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
          Woodwork strips being chipped with sharp chisels.
          One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
          No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics
          If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
          And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
          Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
          You move like a Fed, but you talk like a mobster
          That Yayo slangin, please abort it
          Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
          Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
          You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
          Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
          Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
          Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
          Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush your vocal cords.
          You ain't nothin' but a pig in a blanket
          Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet.
          All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
          Only means, get rid of the wack shit ya holdin'
          Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop
          You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
          A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese
          Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
          Get your ankles broke while doin' your two-step
          Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
          Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
          You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
          And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
          With the brush stroke off the canvas
          I walk on your Gators and lizards,
          Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
          Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you walk the D-Block
          To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
          I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
          On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled
          Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
          Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons
          Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts
          And I'll finish this, only 'cause I'll let off first
          WASSUP

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