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Only I dissed you in the first place
Was because you seeing me
Now I'm off

Sit back, homie,
In fact a six pack
Kick back I kick facts
Yeah Dre, sick

way to get back
Wanna hear something
I got the same tat
That's on back

I'm now
Oh gee, is supposed to be me
In the video the goatee?
Wow Mariah, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out

You made to my house when you was before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to
Better your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

You probably think cuz been so long
If i had something on you I did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session
Down and sending it to mastering to make it

dirt on you to murder you
This is the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have
you prefer to do
And that for Nick too
Faggot, you think I'm of you?

You gonna ruin my career, you get one
Like I'mma sit and with you over some slut, bitch-cunt
That me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
And spread her legs to let me hit once

Yeah, what you say? I'm lucky?
Tell the public that I was so
That you fucking had to be drunk to me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick,
In the second we were dry humping
gotta count for something

Listen girly, surely you want me to talk about
How I early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
And all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs

Or you do, but if I'm embarrassing me
I'm you, and don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as the song's airplay, I'm dissing you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting

I was gonna at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we ain't a third of the way through
Slim, Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I meant a too

Like I've been goin' off on you all this for no reason
Girl you out ya mind
ya wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and about you all the time

I just think shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I'm bout to the line
And for you to cross it that's a that I doubt you wanna climb
I can areas of your house you wouldn't find

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I hear another word so go opening your jibs
'Cause every you do it's like an over load of fibs
I ain't this shit again, ho, you know what it is

It's a shot before I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails before you flipped your top
When me and Luis trying to stick two CD's in the same slot

Shady, Slim Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet into your ear, boo
Now you say?
nothing
Yeah, so what do
Is your memory when you said, "I want you"

Now should I keep going, or should we truce?
You think you cute,
You bet your ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
Mary P., Shady
at you

So if still be my baby girl
Then still be your superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You like
Nope, not anymore

It cuts like a when I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on with
Nick, is that wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, I'll leave her alone
If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma just goin'

I see Mary Ann. Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape"
Knife!