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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 while I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

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

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone out

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

You think 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 sending it to mastering to make it

Enough on you to murder you
is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you I still have pictures?
However you to do
And that goes for too
Faggot, you I'm scared of you?

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

Yeah, what you say? I'm lucky?
Tell the that I was so ugly
That you fucking had to be drunk to me?
Second base? the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we were dry
That's gotta count for

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to 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 getting airplay, I'm you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting

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

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

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

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

It's a warning shot before I blow up your whole
Call my 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, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now you say?
nothing
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh your memory you said, "I want you"

Now should I going, or should we call truce?
You you cute, right?
You bet your ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
Mary P., Shady
at you

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

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