Only reason I dissed you in the first place
Is 'cause you denied seeing me, now I'm pissed off
Sit back homie relax, in fact grab a six-pack
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah Dre, sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear something wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm obsessed now, oh gee
Is that supposed to be me
In the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch shut the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was Wild'n Out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you something to smile about
How many times you fly to my house?
Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down
And sending it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do
And that goes for Nick too, faggot you think I'm scurred of you?
You're gonna ruin my career, you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
That made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say I'm lucky
Tell the public that I was so ugly
That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin
The second week we were dry humping, that's gotta count for something
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted early
'Cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you
And don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued
I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two
This is thirty-four bars, we ain't even third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you, Mariah who?
Oh did I say whore Nick? I meant a liar too
Like I've been going off on you all this time for no reason
Girl, you out your alcoholic mind
Check your wine cellar
Look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fucking sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it, that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find
On an episode of Cribs, I blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go opening your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't sayin' this shit again, ho you know what it is
It's a warning shot, 'fore I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were trying to stick two CD's in the same slot
Slim Shady, artful dodger
Slim Shady, artful dodger
I love you, too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you say (it's nothing)
Yeah, so what I'll do is refresh your memory when you said
(I want you)
Now should I keep going or should we call truce
(You think you're cute, right)
You bet your sweet ass I do
(I'm Mary Poppins, B)
And I'm Superman, ooh
(Mary P, Slim Shady)
Coming at you
So if you'll still be my baby girl
Then I'll still be your superhero
(Oh my Em)
Yeah, I'm right here
(You like this)
Nope, not anymore dear
It cuts like a knife when I tell you get a life
But I'm moving on with mine
Nick, 'cause that's your wife
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I'll leave her alone
If she don't stick to the script then I'ma just keep going
