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

Sit back, homie,
In grab a six pack
Kick back I kick facts
Dre, sick track

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

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

You made to my house 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 house? Still trying to
shut your lying mouth if you don't 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, Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session
Down and sending it to mastering to it loud

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

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

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

Listen girly, surely you don't want me to about
How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated
And bust all over your 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 you, and don't you dare say it isn't true
As as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing 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, played you. Mariah who?
Oh, did I say "whore", Nick? I a liar too

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

I just think 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 that's a mountain that I doubt you 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 your
'Cause every time you do it's an over load of fibs
I ain't saying shit again, ho, you know what it is

It's a warning shot before I blow up 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 trying to stick two CD's in the same slot

Slim Shady, Slim Shady, I you
I you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings your ear, boo
Now you say?
It's
Yeah, so I'll do
Is refresh your memory when you said, "I you"

Now should I keep going, or should we truce?
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 still be your superhero
Oh my, Em
Yeah, I'm right
You like
Nope, not anymore

It cuts like a knife when I tell you get a
But I'm movin' on with
Nick, is your wife?
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. Mary saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape"
Knife!