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

Sit back, homie,
In grab a six pack
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 supposed to be me
In the video with the
Wow Mariah, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the up before I put all them phone calls out

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

You probably think cuz it's so long
If i had on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio
Down and sending it to mastering to make it

dirt on you to murder you
This is what the I do
Mariah, it occur to you that I still have pictures?
you prefer to do
And goes for Nick too
Faggot, you think I'm of you?

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

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

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

Or you do, but if I'm embarrassing me
I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't
As long as the song's airplay, I'm dissing 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 ain't even a third of the way
Damn Slim, Mariah played you. Mariah
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I meant a too

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

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 wanna
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't

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

It's a warning shot before I up your whole spot
my bluff and I'll release every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two 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 your memory when you said, "I want you"

Now I keep going, or should we call truce?
You you cute, right?
You bet sweet 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 here
You this
Nope, not dear

It like a knife when I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on mine
Nick, is your 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. Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape"
Knife!