Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2) Lyrics – Benzino

Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2) Lyrics by Benzino is latest English single song. Lyrics of this song is written Benzino and Music is also produced by Benzino.

Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2) Lyrics - Benzino

Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2) Lyrics – Benzino

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 (Swishh)

I was minding my business
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
What do you call it when a man that stans
Stan, is a Stan, help me coin the phrase
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
You shouldn’t come for me

I don’t know where you from
Let’s say Missouri loves company
I’m probably more Detroit than you
“Cause these real n!ggas know me

I was with YBI in ’86
Yeah, that’s my OG’s
4 corners, Columbia point
My young boys had the Moses on Dexter
With the Bomb Boys close to me

Okay, you found 50
And you put on five Detroit n!ggas
Rest in peace to the best one
The rest of them sound iffy

So let’s go down your stable
Gunn left your label
Benny left your label
Con’ left your label
Royce left your label
Joe Budden left your label
Ortiz left your label
Know Crooked I couldn’t save you

Yelawolf been out here floppin’
And where the hell Ca$his at though?
Heard from Obie Trice only twice
And not a word from Stat Quo

With all them false lines that you pitched them
Shady Records sound like less of a name and more like a description
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 sh!t do to you
Since you so Hip-Hop, you should’ve went to Nipsey’s funeral
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

You call our women black b!tches
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?
Drake be at these smack events, where your a$$ was at?

Room full of hood n!ggas back to back
And it’s action packed
And a pop rapper smack dab in the middle
Imagine that

Last time you battled
Sh!t was like 22 years ago vs Marv Won
What was the outcome of that match up?
Marv won

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

My n!gga Young Zee dissed you
Miilkbone dissed you
Last Emperor dissed you
Pacewon dissed you

Real lyricists but you ain’t go back at them did you?
‘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 sh!ttin’ me?
Will Smith, Nick Cannon, Insane Clown Posse
A retired Joe Budden, when I tell a lie stop me

Machine Gun Kelly, that boy damn near whipped you
Come on, dawg, how Vanilla Ice gon’ diss you?
If you thought giraffe bars was hard you really need to grow up
You just plain Eminem, you ain’t got no nuts, huh?

This sh!t ’bout to get really dark on you
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
Soon as your thoughts dawned on you
There’s a problem on your hands
Now ’cause I got it solved on you
Don’t make me f*ckin’ call Benzino dog on you

I am really outside and this recluse need to get out more
I run the outdoors 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

Song Name: Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss, Pt. 2)
Produced By:Benzino
Label: ePro Team
Release Date: 31 January 2024

Charles Davis

Hey! I am from New Orleans, USA. I am a huge English and Spanish songs lover, just because of this hobby I decided to start Lyrics Call with my 2 friend.

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