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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
back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

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

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

You made to my house you was wild-n-out before Nick
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 mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe you do, but if I'm me
I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't
As as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you
I'm a hair away getting carried away and getting sued

I was stop at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we even a third of the way through
Damn Slim, played you. Mariah who?
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I a liar too

Like 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 sit around and think about 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 draw the
And for you to cross it a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't

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

It's a warning before I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every thing I got
Including the voicemails right you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me whisper nothings into your ear, boo
Now you say?
nothing
Yeah, so what do
Is refresh memory when you said, "I want you"

Now should I keep going, or 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 you'll still be my girl
Then I'll still be your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You this
Nope, not dear

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

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