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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 fact grab a six
Kick back while I kick
Yeah Dre, sick

way to get back
Wanna hear wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
on Nick's 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, shut the fuck up before I put all them calls out

You made to my house when you was wild-n-out before
you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you want Nick finding out

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

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

You gonna my career, you better get one
I'mma sit and fight 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?
Tell the public that I was so
That you fucking had to be drunk to me?
Second What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the week we were dry humping
That's count for something

Listen girly, surely you want me to talk about
How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated
And bust all over belly and you almost 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 isn't
As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm you
I'm a hair away from carried away and getting sued

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

I just think this shit is funny 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 I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe of your house you wouldn't find

On an of Cribs, a blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so go opening 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 shot before I blow up whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails right you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same

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

Now should I keep going, or should we truce?
You you cute, right?
You bet your 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 your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You this
Nope, not anymore

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

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