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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
back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

way to get back
Wanna hear something
I got the exact tat
on Nick's 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 when you was wild-n-out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to about
How many times you fly to my house? Still to count
Better your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

You think 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 our studio session
Down and sending it to mastering to it loud

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

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

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

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

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 getting airplay, I'm you
I'm a hair away from getting carried and getting sued

I was gonna at 16, that was 32
is 34 bars, we ain't even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you. who?
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I 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, at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and about you all the time

I just 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 that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe of your house you wouldn't find

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

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

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me whisper nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you
nothing
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh memory when you said, "I want you"

Now should I keep going, or should we call
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 you'll still be my baby
Then I'll still be your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You this
Nope, not dear

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

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