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

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

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

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the video with the
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 and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick 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 mixing our studio
and sending it to mastering to make it loud

Enough dirt on you to you
This is what the 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 ruin my career, you get one
Like sit and fight with you over some slut, bitch-cunt
That made me put up with her over 6 months
And spread her legs to let me hit once

Yeah, what you say? I'm lucky?
Tell the public that I was so
That you had to be drunk 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 about
How I early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
And all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel you're curling?

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

I was gonna at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, played you. Mariah who?
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I a liar too

Like I've goin' off on you all this time for no reason
Girl you out ya alcholic
Check ya wine cellar, look at the of all the wine
Like I sit around 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 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 blow the ribs
If I hear another word so go opening your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an over of fibs
I saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is

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

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings your ear, boo
Now you say?
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh memory when you said, "I want you"

Now I keep going, or should we call truce?
You think you cute,
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 right
You this
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 I'll leave her
If she don't to the script, then I'mma just keep goin'

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