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Only reason I dissed you in the place
Was because you seeing me
Now I'm off

Sit back, homie,
In fact a six pack
Kick while I kick facts
Dre, sick track

Perfect way to get
Wanna hear 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, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all phone 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 times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

You probably 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 mixing our studio
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 have pictures?
However you to do
And that for Nick too
Faggot, you think I'm of you?

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

Listen girly, surely you don't me to talk about
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 maybe you do, but if I'm me
I'm embarrassing you, and you dare say it isn't true
As long as the getting airplay, I'm dissing you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting

I was gonna at 16, that 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 time for no reason
you out ya alcholic mind
Check ya wine cellar, look at the of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and about you all the time

I think 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 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 word so don't go opening your
'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of
I ain't saying 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 every fucking I got
the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two in the same slot

Slim Shady, 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 memory 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
P., Slim Shady
at you

So if still be my baby girl
Then I'll still be 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 movin' on with
Nick, is that your
Well tell her to shut her mouth, then I'll leave her
If she stick to the script, then I'mma just keep goin'

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