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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
back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

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

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 fuck up I put all them phone calls out

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

You probably cuz it's been so long
If i had on you I woulda 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 dirt on you to you
is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have
However you to do
And that for Nick too
Faggot, you I'm scared of you?

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

Yeah, what you gonna say? I'm
Tell the public I was so ugly
That you had to be drunk to fuck me?
base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we dry humping
That's gotta count for

Listen girly, you don't want me to talk about
How I nutted early, 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 hair away from getting carried away and sued

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

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

I just think this shit is funny when I you on a rhyme
But it now I'm bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a that I doubt you wanna climb
I can areas 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 jibs
'Cause every you do it's like an over load of fibs
I ain't saying shit again, ho, you know what it is

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

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

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

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

It cuts like a when I tell you get a life
But I'm on with mine
Nick, is that wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, 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!