Die Another Day (Flawless Victory) (Eminem Diss)

Lyrics

[Intro] *Taped recording of phone call between Benzino and Paul Rosenberg* [Verse 1: Benzino] Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (Uh) Deliver me from evil and I'll seal this devil's fate Let's take a closer look at what's really happenin' He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin' And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture I want the streets to pay attention 'cause I'm ridin' with ya If credibility is what we here for Then why ain't the hood sellin' units no more (Tell me why), Labels actin' like it's good so they say so EPMD was always gold with no radio Now it's time to turn the prophecy, time's up Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up No choice, the only way we gonna turn this shit around is put this little bitch in the ground And the so called kings, steady goin' at each other Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with they brothers (Sellouts) It's fuckin' pitiful, we always in some drama Let 'em slide through then they divide, conquer And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas (D12) Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas (Obie Trice), Extra security in your front lobby Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (Blaah) Paul Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig (Uh) I'm holding you responsible for what this bitch did (Kill ya) 'Cause you call me up, tryna cop a plea As far as I'm concerned, you both gon' bleed (Bitch) Talkin' 'bout he wanna fight, please Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees You let a clown clown you, how insane is that You let Em tongue kiss your wife when you had a gat How you gonna have a gun with no bullets? Oh, don't worry 'cause when I see you I'm gon' pull it (Blaah) You dyed ya hair blonde, I'ma make it red How you gonna sell records, Marshall, when you dead? Motherfuck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin' I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston He should have been killed left in the coffin And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth Before I put a Glock in yo' motherfuckin' mouth Tell Hailie it ain't safe no more (Nah) Daddy better watch your back at the candy store You fucked up Resort to plan B, fuck around, she end up like JonBenét Ramsey (That's right) Matter of fact you better check the DNA (What) She probably ain't yours and where's your wife Kim anyway? She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent I know you wishin' you were there 'cause you on his dick You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John You closet fag, I'm a king, you a little pawn You the rap David Duke, the rap Hitler The culture stealer, niggas ain't with ya I'm the rap Huey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin Don't worry, I'ma finish what we started And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame 'Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive But I'ma do it for him, then the hood might survive You sleep with Five-O, you walk with the feds Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed 'Cause I'ma get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay When Debbie set you up you gon' die another day