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

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

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

I'm now
Oh gee, is supposed to be me
In the with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the up before I put all them 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 lying mouth if you don't want finding out

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

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

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

Yeah, what you gonna I'm lucky?
Tell the that I was so ugly
That you fucking had to be to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you Nick, punk?
In the second week we dry humping
gotta count for something

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now should I keep going, or should we call
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 baby
Then I'll still be superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You like
Nope, not dear

It cuts like a knife I tell you get a life
But I'm on with mine
Nick, is that your
Well tell her to shut her mouth, then leave her alone
If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma just keep

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