Only reason I dissed you in the first Was because you seeing me Now I'm off
Sit back, homie, In grab a six pack Kick back while I kick Yeah Dre, sick
Perfect way to get Wanna hear something 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 you to go balls out Bitch, the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was before Nick you was on my dick and give you somethin 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 so long If i had something on you I did it by now Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio Down and sending it to to make it loud
Enough on you to murder you This is the fuck I do Mariah, it occur to you that I still have pictures? However you to do And that goes for too Faggot, you I'm scared of you?
You gonna my career, you better get one Like I'mma sit and fight with you over some slut, That made me put up with her over 6 months And spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna I'm lucky? Tell the public I was so ugly That you had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you Nick, punk? In the second week we were dry gotta count for something
Listen girly, surely you don't me to talk about How I nutted early, I ejaculated prematurely And bust all over belly and you almost started hurling And I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs curling?
Or you do, but if I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it true As as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you I'm a hair away from carried away and getting sued
I was gonna stop at 16, was 32 This is 34 bars, we ain't even a third of the way Damn Slim, played you. Mariah 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 mind Check ya cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine Like I fuckin' sit around and think about you all the
I just think this shit is funny when I you on a rhyme But fuck it now I'm bout to the line And for you to cross it that's a that I doubt you wanna climb I can areas of your house you wouldn't find
On an of Cribs, a blow below the ribs If I hear word so don't go opening your jibs every time you do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this again, ho, you know what it is
It's a warning shot I blow up your whole spot Call my bluff and I'll release every 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
Slim Shady, Shady, I love you I you too Let me whisper sweet nothings into ear, boo Now you say? nothing Yeah, so what do Is refresh your memory when you said, "I 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 P., Slim Shady at you
So if you'll be my baby girl Then I'll still be superhero Oh my, Em Yeah, I'm here You like Nope, not anymore
It cuts like a knife I tell you get a life But I'm on with mine 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 I'mma keep goin'
I see Mary Ann. Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape" Knife!