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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
Dre, sick track

Perfect way to get
Wanna something wick-wack?
I got the exact tat
That's on Nick's

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

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

You think 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 mixing our session
Down and sending it to mastering to it loud

Enough dirt on you to you
This is the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever to you that I still have pictures?
you prefer to do
And that for Nick too
Faggot, you I'm scared of you?

You gonna 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 only her legs to let me hit once

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

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

Or maybe you do, but if I'm 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 hair away from getting carried and getting sued

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

Like I've been goin' off on you all time for no reason
you out ya alcholic mind
Check ya wine cellar, look at the 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 draw the
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you climb
I can describe areas of your house you find

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go opening 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 warning shot before I up your whole spot
Call my and I'll release every fucking thing I got
the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to two CD's in the same slot

Shady, Slim Shady, I love you
I you too
Let me whisper nothings into your ear, boo
Now you say?
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 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
Then still be your superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You like
Nope, not anymore

It cuts like a knife I tell you get a life
But I'm on with mine
Nick, is your wife?
tell her to shut her mouth, then I'll leave her alone
If she don't stick to the script, then I'mma just keep

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