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!)