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

Sit back, homie,
In grab a six pack
Kick back while I kick
Dre, sick track

Perfect way to get
hear something wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
on Nick's back

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the video the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't you to go balls out
Bitch, the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out

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

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

Enough on you to murder you
is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever to you that I still have pictures?
However you to do
And goes for Nick too
Faggot, you think I'm of you?

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

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

girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated
And all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs curling?

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

I was gonna at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you. who?
Oh, did I say "whore", I meant a liar too

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

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

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

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

Shady, Slim Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into ear, boo
Now what you
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
P., Slim Shady
at you

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

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

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