DJ Kay Slay, Eminem, Obie Trice - I'm Gone (Benzino Diss) lyrics

Kay Slay! (yeah) Yo drama King! (yeah)
Check it out, check it out, O trice!
(Shady Records nigga, it's going
Down once again, boy)
It's just a scratch, man (Let's go, Em)

I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page
You ain't gon' have no other choice
But to rush the stage and charge the mic
And I hope you got the heart to fight
Cause you gon' have to
Cause you ain't got the smarts to write
Something that good
To try to come back at me with
What you gon' do
Try to out rap me with that happy shit?
You motherfuckers crack me up
Talking bout you gonna smack me up
Yall won't even back me up
Throw up your paws
You pussies can't even scratch me hard
It's like fucking cats de-clawed trying
To jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you trying
To throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to
Roll with no security?
I'm doing my best to try to show maturity
But don't sit there and stare at me
Like hoes and sneer at me
Like it's supposed to be scaring me
Like I won't leap clean over this fucking
VIP rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or near me
Trying to approach me physically
Cause he don't spit lyrically
And he knows that my flow's so sick
His ho's on my dick
And he's so sick of hearing me
My posters are staring at him
But, I don't think he knows the severity
Of what it could escalate to or
That it could grow so seriously
If I go hysterically, cause I guarantee
There's no one in here that
Would resort back childhood
Any quicker than I would
Or hit you with plywood
Especially when I'm sipping on
This liquor and tonic
One swig of this bottle I'mma go upside
Your head so hard with it
The mark from it'll be so dark that
It'll leave a scar so big
You'll be able to read a
Label from the motherfucking
Sticker that's on it
I'm sick of the nonsense
Shit is ridiculous and I refuse to
Let it get to this point
Where I'mma let you sit on
My conscience, I'm gone, bitch
(yeah)

I'm gone bitch
Shady Records motherfucker, we gone, bitch
I said we gone bitch, so long, bitch
Catch up if you can, we moving on, bitch

Now who you know been to Kyoto, Tokyo
Off of one debut, screaming
"I'm in Janai yo!"?
Obie Trice, showed you right
He done seen overseas, he's not a prototype
(nah)
Nobody's protégé, Em only showed O the way
Fuck what the media say
If you listen to music then you should
Know that O trice fused it
In a matter where he speaks
How the streets views it
Choose, to translate it through
The art of music
And started using it reaching the youth
Influenced by the truth in it (truth)
And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
Do the knowledge
Acknowledge and try to comprehend
Hand full of contraband
A product of my environment
Narcotics and violence
Inspires the content, but my intent is
To retire these tired-ass writers in si lence
(yeah) cause haters they hate us
Cause Shady became famous
And claimed the rap game when
They thought he'd be nameless (hah)
But racist accusations won't change us
Let the truth be told
You think O will be over here
Like, "Master, show them you got soul!"
No, anybody knows us knows that's
Not how we roll so, I still push the bucket
If I ain't trust it I wouldn't fuck with it
But fuck it, I'm gone bitch!