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Only reason I dissed you in the place
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 hear wick-wack?
I got the same tat
That's on back

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, shut the fuck up I put all them phone calls out

You to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you to smile about
How many you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut lying 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, Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session
and sending it to mastering to make it loud

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

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

Yeah, what you gonna I'm lucky?
Tell the public that I was so
That you fucking had to be to fuck me?
base? 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 prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost hurling
And said I was gross, go get a you're stomachs curling?

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

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

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

I just think this 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 a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you find

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I another word so don't go opening your jibs
'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 up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped 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?
It's
Yeah, so what do
Is your memory when you said, "I want you"

Now should I keep going, or should we call
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 still be my girl
Then I'll still be your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You like
Nope, not dear

It cuts like a knife I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on with
Nick, is your wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, then leave her alone
If she stick to the script, then I'mma just keep goin'

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