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

Sit back, homie,
In fact grab a six
Kick back I kick facts
Yeah Dre, track

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

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

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

Enough on you to murder you
This is the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still pictures?
you prefer to do
And that goes for 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 slut, bitch-cunt
That me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months
And only spread her to let me hit once

Yeah, what you gonna 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 gotta for something

Listen girly, surely you want me to talk about
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 isn't
As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and sued

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

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

I just this shit 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 of your house you wouldn't find

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

It's a warning shot I blow 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 Luis were to stick two CD's in the same slot

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

Now should I keep going, or we call truce?
You think you cute,
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 right
You this
Nope, not dear

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

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