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

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

way to get back
Wanna something wick-wack?
I got the same tat
That's on Nick's

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

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

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

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

You ruin my career, you better get one
I'mma sit and fight with you over some slut, bitch-cunt
That made me put up with her 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 had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second we were dry humping
That's count for something

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

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

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

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

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

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I hear another so don't 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 your whole
Call my and I'll release every 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 slot

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

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

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

It cuts like a knife when I you get a life
But I'm movin' on with
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 just keep goin'

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