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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

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

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the video the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go out
Bitch, the fuck 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 smile
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't 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, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our session
Down and sending it to to make it loud

Enough on you to murder you
This is what the I do
Mariah, it ever 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
made me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
And only spread her legs to let me hit

Yeah, what you gonna say? I'm
Tell the that I was so ugly
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 gotta for something

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to about
How I nutted early, 'cause I prematurely
And bust all your belly and you almost started 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 as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing 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 meant a too

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

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

On an episode of Cribs, a below the ribs
If I another word so don't go opening your jibs
'Cause every you do it's like an over load of fibs
I ain't saying this 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 every fucking I got
Including the voicemails before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same

Shady, Slim Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now you say?
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
P., Slim Shady
at you

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

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

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