Only reason I dissed you in the first place
Is 'cause you denied seein' me
Now I'm pissed off
Sit back, homie, relax, in fact, grab a six-pack
Kick back while I kick facts
Yeah, Dre's sick track perfect way to get back
Wanna hear somethin' wick-wack?
I got the exact same 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, I 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 somethin' to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still tryin' to count
Better shut your lyin' mouth if you don't want Nick findin' out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
If I had somethin' on you, I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixin' our studio session down
And sendin' it to masterin' to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you, this is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occurred to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do and that goes for Nick too, faggot
You think I'm scared 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 fuckin' had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick Pumpkin?
In the second week, we was dry humpin', that's gotta count for somethin'
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted early
'Cause ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly
And you almost started hurlin' and said I was gross
Go get a towel, your stomach's curlin' or maybe you do
But if I'm embarrassin' me, I'm embarrassin' you, and don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as the song's gettin' airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from gettin' carried away and gettin' sued
I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two
This is thirty-four bars, we ain't even a 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 goin' off on you all this time for no reason
Girl, you out your alcoholic mind, check your wine cellar
Look at all the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' 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 about 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 that you wouldn't find on an episode of Cribs
I blow below the ribs
If I hear another word, so don't go openin' 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 warnin' shot for 'fore I blow up ya whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every fuckin' thing I got
Includin' the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin' to stick two CDs in the same spot
(Slim Shady, artful dodger) (Slim Shady, artful dodger)
(I love you) I love you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now, what you say? (It's nothing) guess what I'll do?
I'll refresh your memory when you said (I want you)
Now should I keep goin' or should we call truce?
(You think you're cute, right? Hahaha) you bet your sweet ass I do
(I'm Mary Poppins, b) and I'm Superman, mmm
(Mary P.) (Slim Shady) comin' at you
So if you'll still be my (babygirl)
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 ya get a (life)
But I'm movin' on with mine, Nick, is that 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 goin'
Damn
(I see Mary Ann)
(Mary Ann's sayin': Cut the tape, cut the tape, knife!)
