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Only reason I dissed you in the first
Was because you denied me
Now I'm off

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

Perfect way to get
Wanna hear something
I got the same tat
That's on back

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

You made to my house when you was wild-n-out 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 lying mouth if you don't want 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 our studio session
Down and it to mastering to make it loud

dirt on you to murder you
This is what the I do
Mariah, it occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you to do
And that goes for too
Faggot, you think I'm of you?

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

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

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk
How I nutted early, 'cause I prematurely
And bust all over 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 isn't
As long as the song's airplay, I'm dissing you
I'm a hair away from getting carried and getting sued

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

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

I think this shit 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 that's a mountain that I you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your you wouldn't find

On an episode of Cribs, a blow the ribs
If I hear another so don't go opening your jibs
'Cause every you do it's like an over load of fibs
I ain't saying 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
Including the voicemails right 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 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 still be my baby girl
Then I'll still be your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You this
Nope, not anymore

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

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