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

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

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

I'm now
Oh gee, is that to be me
In the video the goatee?
Wow Mariah, expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them calls out

You to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick
When you was on my dick and you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my Still trying to count
Better shut your mouth if you don't want Nick finding out

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

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

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

Yeah, what you gonna say? I'm
Tell the public I was so ugly
That you fucking had to be 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 early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel you're curling?

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

I was stop at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we ain't a third of the way through
Slim, Mariah played you. Mariah who?
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, look at the of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and think about you all the

I just think this shit is funny 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 wanna
I can describe areas of your house you find

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

It's a warning before I blow up your whole spot
my bluff and I'll release every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you 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 sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh your memory you said, "I want you"

Now I keep going, or should we call truce?
You you cute, right?
You bet sweet ass I do
I'm Poppins, B
And I'm Superman, mmm
Mary P., Shady
at you

So if you'll still be my baby
Then I'll still be your
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm here
You like
Nope, not dear

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

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