[Intro: Eminem]
Shady! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
They said we too deep, too raw, too disrespectful
Nah, we just honest
This is the part where the coffins close and the careers end
Let’s go...

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yo...
Benzino? Man, you a walking mistake
I saw your source crumble — now you talkin' to fakes
Tryna rap with a pencil full of jealousy ink
But I spit real venom — leave your legacy pink
You the only dude beefin’ with a kid and his daughter
Call yourself a man? You a bitch in the water
Ja? You ain’t Pac — you’re a bootleg hug
You got clapped by 50, then you sang to the judge
And y’all keep pokin’ — now you woke the goat
This ain't rap beef, this is career repo notes
I’m the reason y’all panic every time Dre breathes
Now we pullin’ up heavy like a tank on E

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah…
Ja still talkin’? That boy love the drama
Cried on TV, then he blamed it on his mama
I told y’all before — I ain't got time for games
But if you name-drop Fif, I respond with flames
You a grown man singin’ in falsetto pain
Tryna claim you the king, but can’t walk through Queens
And Nas? Don’t play the middle like your lines ain't soft
Keep linkin’ with lames — get crossed and lost
I’m the quiet threat, with a million in the sock drawer
Shady backed me, now I’m breakin’ through your locked doors
So if the shoe fits? Go ‘head and wear it
I send the whole borough to test your merit
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
You industry dudes all sound like mimics
Zino, you 60 and bitter, with a mic and a blog
Still mad Em got rich while you fight with your dog
You can't diss the camp and then beg for a truce
Your bars aged bad like expired juice
I don’t play both sides — I pick and shoot
Your whole style see-through like stripper boots
I came from the bottom with a voice of war
You came from a desk with a source award
Now you hang with Ja, that Titanic’s sinkin’
I’m two shots deep and still laugh while blinkin’

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
[Busta enters with energy, rapid flow]
Rahhh!
Yo, it’s the dragon in the dungeon, breathin' fire on peasants
Y'all little washed-up kings, now I'm claimin' your presence
I watched y’all bark at Em like y’all built for the storm
Then watched Shady blow your house down — lyrical swarm
Zino, you a journalist turned into a fraud
Tryna beef with titans but you soft in your heart
And Ja, I don’t even know what voice you usin'
Every time you drop a hook, the fans start snoozin’
You messin’ with titans — Em, 50, and Buss
That’s like bringin' Nerf guns to a war with us
Flipmode, G-Unit, and D12 in a line
Better pray to your label, ‘cause the rest ain't kind
[Verse 5: Xzibit]
X to the Z, I don’t play with clowns
I body careers, then I blaze the town
You dissed Em? Then I’m dissin' your breath
Matter fact, your whole squad look allergic to death
You talk tough in the booth, but hide in blogs
Your verses cheap like dollar store cogs
Ja’s a candle — flicker in the wind
One punch from the Unit put your lights to an end
Zino still talkin’ with that grandma flow
Bro, hang it up — you too old for the show
Y’all ain't built for this, we monsters in masks
This the last warning before we shatter the glass

[Verse 6: Swifty McVay]
I’m the quietest storm with the loudest aim
Come at Shady? Then you drown in shame
Y’all old heads mad ‘cause the kids took flight
Now you box with the past in a spotlight fight
Ja fake cryin’, Benzino whinin’
Y’all beefin’ with ghosts and can’t stop lyin’
D12 never flinched — we in the field with grenades
And we ain’t forget who threw the first blade

[Verse 7: Kuniva]
I’ll put Benzino in a Benz and crash it on purpose
Make Ja rule out like tax evasion versus
Y’all tryna play vets, but this war ain’t chess
This checkmate rap with a vest on the desk
You ain’t legends, you leeches on expired beef
Tryna resurrect careers with recycled grief
Now you caught in the storm — it’s a funeral hymn
Try to bark again and get devoured by Slim
[Outro: Eminem]
You done?
Good
Now stay in your lane before it’s Funeral Music Vol. 2
Shady Aftermath…
G-G-G-G-G-Unit…
We don’t do apologies. We write obituaries