Only reason I dissed you in the first Was you denied seeing me Now I'm off
Sit back, homie, In grab a six pack Kick back while I facts Yeah Dre, sick
way to get back Wanna hear something I got the same tat on Nick's 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 before I put all them calls out
You made to my house when you was wild-n-out 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 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, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our session Down and 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? you prefer to do And goes for Nick too Faggot, you think I'm of you?
You ruin my career, you better get one I'mma 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, you gonna say? I'm lucky? Tell the that I was so ugly you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you Nick, punk? In the second we were dry humping gotta count for something
Listen girly, surely you don't me to talk about How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated And all over your belly and you almost started hurling And I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs curling?
Or maybe you do, but if I'm 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 from getting carried away and getting sued
I was stop at 16, that was 32 This is 34 bars, we even a third of the way through Damn Slim, Mariah played you. who? Oh, did I say "whore", I meant a liar too
Like I've been goin' off on you all this time for no you out ya alcholic mind Check ya wine cellar, 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 bout to draw the And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you climb I can describe areas of house you wouldn't find
On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the If I hear another word so don't go your jibs every time you do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know it is
It's a warning shot I blow up your whole spot Call my bluff and I'll release every fucking I got Including the voicemails before you flipped your top When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the slot
Slim Shady, Shady, I love you I you too Let me whisper sweet into your ear, boo Now what you It's Yeah, so what do Is your memory when you said, "I want you"
Now should I keep going, or we call truce? You think you cute, You bet your ass I do I'm Poppins, B And I'm Superman, mmm Mary P., Slim at you
So if you'll still be my girl Then still be your superhero Oh my, Em Yeah, I'm here You like Nope, not dear
It like a knife when I tell you get a life But I'm movin' on mine Nick, is that your Well tell her to shut her mouth, then I'll her alone If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma keep goin'
I see Mary Ann. Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape" Knife!