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

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

way to get back
Wanna hear something
I got the same tat
That's on back

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

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

You probably think cuz it's been so
If i had something on you I did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session
Down and sending it to mastering to it loud

Enough on you to murder you
This is what the 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 scared of

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

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

Listen girly, surely you want me to talk about
How I nutted early, I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel stomachs curling?

Or maybe you do, but if I'm me
I'm embarrassing you, and 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 stop at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah 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
you out ya alcholic mind
Check ya cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and think you all the time

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

On an episode of Cribs, a below the ribs
If I another word so don't go opening your jibs
'Cause every you do it's like an over load 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 bluff and I'll release every 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

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

Now should I keep going, or 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 you'll still be my girl
I'll still 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 mine
Nick, is that wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, then leave her alone
If she don't stick to the script, then just keep goin'

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