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Only reason I dissed you in the first
Was because you denied 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 something wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
That's on back

I'm now
Oh gee, is supposed to be me
In the with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out

You made to my house you was wild-n-out before Nick
you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to
Better your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

You probably think cuz it's 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 dirt on you to you
This is the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have
However you to do
And that goes for too
Faggot, you think I'm scared of

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

Yeah, what you gonna I'm lucky?
the public that I was so ugly
That you had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we 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 all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a you're stomachs curling?

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

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

I just think this shit is 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 that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe of your house you wouldn't find

On an episode of Cribs, a below the ribs
If I hear another word so go opening your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an load of fibs
I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know 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 to stick two CD's in the same slot

Slim Shady, Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into ear, boo
Now what you
nothing
Yeah, so what do
Is refresh memory when you said, "I want you"

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

It cuts a knife when I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on with
Nick, is that wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, I'll leave her alone
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!