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

Sit back, homie,
In fact grab a six
Kick back I kick facts
Yeah Dre, sick

way to get back
Wanna hear wick-wack?
I got the same tat
on Nick's back

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone 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 shut your lying mouth if you don't want 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 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 for Nick too
Faggot, you think I'm scared of

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

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

girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
How I nutted early, I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over belly and you almost 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 don't you say it isn't true
As long as the song's airplay, I'm dissing you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and sued

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

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

I just think this shit is funny when I 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 climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't

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

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

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

Now I keep going, or should we call truce?
You think you cute,
You bet sweet ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
Mary P., Slim
at you

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

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

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