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

Sit back, homie,
In fact a six pack
Kick back while I kick
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 that to be me
In the video with the
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 dick and give you to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick out

You probably cuz it's been so long
If i had something on you I did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm our studio session
Down and sending it to to make it loud

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

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

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

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

Or maybe you do, but if I'm 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 getting carried away and getting

I was stop at 16, that was 32
is 34 bars, we ain't even a third 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 time for no reason
Girl you out ya alcholic
Check ya wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the
Like I fuckin' sit around and think 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 that's a mountain that I doubt you climb
I can describe areas of your house you find

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 like an over load of fibs
I ain't saying shit again, ho, you know what it is

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

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you
It's
Yeah, so I'll 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 be my baby girl
Then still be your superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You like
Nope, not dear

It cuts like a when I tell you get a life
But I'm movin' on mine
Nick, is your wife?
Well tell her to shut her mouth, then leave her alone
If she stick to the script, then I'mma just keep goin'

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