Make You Bleed (Eminem & Obie Trice Diss)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Benzino] Hi, everybody my name is Slim Shady I wear ponytails, look like Cindy Brady Wit black pumps on, I dress in drag And sometimes I might even wear a durag (Heeyyy) I talk street slang I wear baggy jeans (Oohh) Icey white t-shirt, my face lookin' mean I said to myself (Hey) I got a split personality You ain't black Marshall snap back to reality [Chorus: Benzino] You ain't hard (Ayo dog I don't even know why you fuckin' wit these meatballs, man) And you don't rep the streets (Dudes is lame for real) Stop lookin' hard (But since they act like they wan' bring it let 'em bring it then, fuck it) Before we make you bleed (Bеlieve that, BITCH) You ain't hard (Bunch of bitches any a way if you ask mе) And you don't rep the streets (Eminem, Obie Trice, hell nah, D12, silly motherfuckers) Stop lookin' hard Before we make you bleed L.O. what's up, man? [Verse 2: L.O.] Your little 8 mile road ain't got shit on my block That's why Paul coppin' pleas (Paul Rosenberg) and hirin' cops For real get grip Marshall you could never be Pac (Never ever) I don't care who hit the stores or them movies and watch Obie who? (Who) I don't know why they gassin' Come on dog let's be serious it ain't gon' happen (Not all dog) Fuck a Big Chuck (Fuck him), greasy fat fuck (Facts) Sold the bean out for like two hundred bucks A bucket of fried chicken, motel and a dick suck All he got is probation, a pistol wit no bullets Not even one in the head Who he planed on killin' (For real) D12 ain't do shit when he kissed your bitch (Na da) All you did was shed tears and remove the clip (Cry) You BITCH, talkin' 'bout you ready to fight Well charge up a jet Marshall, we ready tonight (Right now) In these mean streets of Boston, you heard it right Obie Trice, (He's a fuckin' coward) L.O. get Obie right What chu talkin' 'bout dealin' wit gays When Slim's in the Aftermath office shovin' dick to Dre (Fuckin' homo) While you was down at PR ridin' Dave and Ray Beggin' for three mics in the promotional page Obie please, you still livin' in ya mom's crib Sleepin' on the couches drinkin' 40 Oz.'s Kimberly's a nympho love it where her mouth is I hate to be a villian, we'll snatch up Hailie (That real) just for you talkin' crazy Now that's what's shady D12 a dozen of clowns, turn that grin on your face completely upside down (Ha haaa) So go ahead wit that bullshit (Go ahead man) And tell Paul stop callin' tryna squash shit (Tell him stop callin' our phone) 'Cause we ain't hearin' out cocksuckers (Cock suckers) Y'all probably fuckin' each other, homo, 'cause that's what faggots do Drag queen maskes that's what faggots do (Bitch) I know it's eatin' at your pride (I know it is) I know it's eatin you inside (Know it is) Fuckin' eatin' you alive, y'all chumps is sick, I'm what the doc prescribe, Boston bitch Yeah the Y's is live So hop the fuck back (Back up, back up) if you ain't ready to die Better get it in your minds Really, really, really get it in your minds [Outro: L.O.] Marshall, Marshall, Marshall, fuckin' chump Obie, fuck you talkin' 'bout meet chu in Logan Nigga y'all security's tight, nigga Y'all don' fuckin' upgrade From 3 to 5, 5 to 10