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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 fact a six pack
Kick back while I facts
Dre, sick track

Perfect way to get
hear something wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
on Nick's 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, shut the 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 you somethin to smile about
How times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you 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 mixing our studio
and sending it to mastering to make it loud

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

You ruin my career, you better get one
Like sit and fight with you over some slut, bitch-cunt
That me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
And spread her legs to let me hit once

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

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to about
How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated
And bust all over your belly and you started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel stomachs curling?

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

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

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 doubt you wanna
I can describe of your house you wouldn't find

On an episode of Cribs, a below the ribs
If I hear word so don't go opening your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an over of fibs
I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you what it is

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

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is your 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
Mary P., Slim
at you

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

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