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

Sit back, homie,
In fact grab a six
Kick back while I facts
Yeah Dre, sick

way to get back
Wanna hear wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
That's on back

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

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

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

Enough dirt on you to you
This is what the I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you I still have pictures?
you prefer to do
And goes for Nick too
Faggot, you I'm scared of you?

You ruin my career, you better 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 only spread her to let me hit once

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

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

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

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

Like I've goin' off on you all this time 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 think this 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 mountain I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you find

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go your jibs
every 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 warning before I blow up your whole spot
Call my and I'll release every fucking thing I got
Including the right before you flipped your top
me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same slot

Slim Shady, Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh your memory you said, "I want you"

Now should I going, or should we call truce?
You you cute, right?
You bet sweet ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
Mary P., Slim
at you

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

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

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