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letra de the sauce (benzino diss) - eminem

[intro]
it’s all bad now, man, it’s all bad
but y’all done f-cked up now
yeah! haha! new sh-t!
ayo, i just want the whole world to know
that i did not start this, but i will finish it

[verse]
comin’ up, it never mattered what color you was
if you could spit, then you could spit
that’s it, that’s what it was
back when motherf-ckers was straight backpackin’
cipherin’, fightin’ for life in this rap
for the mic to get p-ssed, and you psyched and you g-ssed
then you hype, ‘cause you last
and you might whoop some -ss; if you lost, then you lost
shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
when the unsigned hype column in
the source was like our only source of light
when the mics used to mean somethin’, a four was like
you were the sh-t, now it’s like the least you get
three and a half now just means you’re a piece of sh-t
four and a half or five means you’re biggie, jigga, nas
or benzino—sh-t, i don’t even think you realize
you’re playin’ with motherf-ckers’ lives
i done watched dre get f-cked on the chronic
probably ‘cause i was on it
now you f-cked me out of my mics twice, i let it slide
i said i wouldn’t hold my f-ckin’ breath to get a five
sh-t, i was right, i’da f-ckin’ died already tryin’
i swear to god, i never lie, i bet that’s why
you let that b-tch give me that bullsh-t review
i sat and took it, i ain’t look at the sh-t, we knew
you’d probably try and f-ck us with obie and 50 too
-spit- f-ck a relationship! we through!
no more source to street cred, them days is dead
ray’s got ak’s to dave mays’s head
every issue there’s an eight-page made men spread
will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
that i am not afraid of this f-ckin’ waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some sh-t this simple
so, listen closely, as i break it down and proceed
this old g’s about to get smoked like rolled weed
you don’t know me or my motherf-ckin’ mother
you motherf-ckin’ punk!
put me on your f-ckin’ cover just to sell your little sell-out mag
i ain’t mad, i feel bad, here’s an ad
here’s a poster of ray-ray and his dad
you wanna talk about some sh-t
that you don’t know about, yeah?
let’s talk about how you’re puttin’ your own son out there
to try to eat off him because you missed your boat
you’re never gonna blow, b-tch, you’re just too old
no wonder you’re sore now, lordy, you’re bored now
i’m pushin’ 30, you’re kickin’ 40’s door down
b-tch, this is war now, and you’ll never beat me
all you do is cheat me out of quotables
but you know that you’ll always see me on your tv
‘cause you’ve got to stay up ’til three in the morning
to see your video played once on bet
so, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? aftermath, yeah
so, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our -ssh0l- cracks
we’ll never fold or hold back
just know that benzino’s wack; no matter how many times i say his name, he’ll never blow, jack
you’re better off tryin’ to bring rso back
look at your track record, that’s how far it goes back
it’s extortion, and ray owns a portion
so, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from boston
bullyin’ and bossin’ dave like a slave
they completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay
locked in his own office
afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in new york
and it’s pitiful, ‘cause i would have never said sh-t if you’d
have kept your mouth shut, b-tch, now what?
hit it, clue! spit it, slay! new sh-t, exclusive
yo, lantern, yo whoo kid
you know what to do with this
use it, i’m through, this is stupid
i can’t believe i stooped to this bullsh-t to do this
and who you callin’ a b-tch, b-tch? you owe me!

- eminem

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