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Only I dissed you in the first place
Was you denied seeing me
Now I'm off

Sit back, homie,
In fact a six pack
back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

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

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

You to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick
you was on my dick and give 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 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 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 occur to you that I have pictures?
However you to do
And goes 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 some slut, bitch-cunt
made me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
And spread her legs to let me hit once

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

girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
How I nutted early, I ejaculated prematurely
And all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs 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 song's getting airplay, I'm you
I'm a away from getting carried away and getting sued

I was gonna stop at 16, was 32
is 34 bars, we ain't even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, 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
Girl you out ya mind
Check ya cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I sit around and think 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 doubt you 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 opening jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an load of fibs
I ain't saying this 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
Including the right before you flipped your top
When me and were trying to stick two CD's in the same slot

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

Now should I keep going, or should we call
You think you cute,
You bet sweet ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
P., Slim Shady
at you

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

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

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