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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 fact a six pack
Kick back while I kick
Yeah Dre, sick

Perfect way to get
hear something wick-wack?
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, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all phone calls out

You made to my house when you was wild-n-out before
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile
How many times you fly to my house? Still to count
Better shut your mouth 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, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our session
Down and sending it to mastering to it loud

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

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

Yeah, what you say? 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
gotta count for something

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk
How I nutted early, 'cause I prematurely
And bust all your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel you're 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 getting 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 ain't even a third of the way
Damn Slim, Mariah played you. who?
Oh, did I say "whore", I meant a liar too

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

I just think this is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I'm bout to the line
And for you to cross it a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can areas of your house you wouldn't find

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

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet into your ear, boo
Now what you
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh your memory you said, "I want you"

Now I keep 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., Slim
at you

So if you'll be my baby girl
Then I'll be your superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You this
Nope, not dear

It like a knife when I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on with
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 just keep goin'

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