Nail In The Coffin or the lyrical murder of Benzino

Benzino is dead. At least lyrically. Eminem has shut him down with his words and the more Benzino makes different attempts to attack Eminem, the more he looks ridiculous in front of the public opinion.

When Eminem wrote « Nail In the Coffin », he wanted to respond to Benzino’s provocative words against him in « Pull Your skirt up ».
« Nail In the Coffin » may have killed Benzino lyrically, but it hasn’t stopped Benzino’s megalomania. Being unable to find any good argument against Marshall, Benzino decided to put the race card in his (whack and laughable) lyrics. He seriously thinks he is the new leader of black people who impersonates the black power in America. Benzino is not even black. His reference to Malcolm X is a pretty clear example of racism (against white people). He is a 44 years old half black man who suddenly wants to launch his rap career. The only way he found was to attract people’s attention. His strategy was to attack the best MC on the planet. He even tried to prove that Eminem is a racist. But all his attempts to ruin Eminem were unsuccessful.

Matter of fact : nobody cares about Benzino. People talk about him because of Eminem. In fact, he owes Eminem a lot. Even his first TV appearence, as Eminem pointed it out in a interview given to Angie Martinez. You can listen to it here :

http://rapdirt.com/article3454.html

In his track « Die Another Day » that is made of weak lyrics, Benzino attacks Eminem with personal details about his ex wife, his daughter and his friends. His whole text is an example of pure jealousy, but lyrically, he has no weapons to attack Marshall Mathers. Marshall has always been a well weaponed soldier who is not afraid to send his bullets to Benzino.
Marshall’s attacks in « Nail In The Coffin » are subtle. He jokes about Benzino’s age and doubles it to make him look much more ridiculous. He points out his hypocrisy. You will probably know that he met Obie Trice in Puerto Rico before the beef started and that he praised him for « Rap Name », shaking his hands and telling him :

“Yeah, I got you! Dawg, you tight, nigga!”

A typical example of hypocrisy.
Eminem and his fellows have done more for the black community than Benzino will ever do in his entire life.
Eminem has done a lot for interracial relations in his personal life and also through his records.
It is so easy for Benzino to talk about the ghetto, sitting behind his desk and fantasizing about being the leader of the black community.

Eminem couldn’t have expressed it better than in these verses :

« You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you – period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice’s hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that? » E
minem concludes « Nail In the Coffin » on a funny note. His last words will make us seriously doubt about Benzino’s intelligence. His reference to Canibus also shows that he respects his rival who is a pretty good lyricist :

« Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it’s over … »

Last shot. Benzino drops dead…killed by Slim Shady’s words. The beef between Eminem and Benzino is an underground beef.

I like the way the following website humors the beef :

http://www.hiphopworld.net/embenz.htm

No real rap music lover really cares about Benzino, none of them wants to listen to his songs nor to download them. Benzino, give it up. You ain’t no real rapper. You can raise your voice against giants in the music industry like Eminem : nobody cares.
The half white co owner and the white owner of the Source will need to find another strategy to sell their worthless magazine. Because nobody cares about your untrue allegations of racism against Marshall Mathers.

Eminem has given him a name. At least for that reason, Raymond Scott owes him respect.

Nail In The Coffin

[Eminem]
This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

[Verse 1]
I would never claim to be no great Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get your wish
cuz youl be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
duck in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you – period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice’s hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50’s ass
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation – fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world – a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill’em dead bitch
Shoot’em in the fuckin head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you’d make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you’ll never be famous
You’l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it’s over

[Chorus]

[Eminem talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone, fuckin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo, the Source has a white owner