Only reason I dissed you in the first place Was because 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 b**h, shut the f** up before 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 trying to count Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out You probably think cuz 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 f** I do Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do And that goes for Nick too f*ggot, you think I'm scared of you? You gonna ruin my career, you better get one Like I'mma sit and fight with you over some s*ut, b**h-c*nt That made me put up with her psycho-a** over 6 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 f**ing had to be drunk to f** me? Second base? What the f** you tell Nick, punk? In 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 you're stomachs curling? Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarra**ing me I'm embarra**ing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued I was gonna stop at 16, that was 32 This is 34 bars, we ain't even a third of the way through Damn Slim, Mariah played you. Mariah who? Oh, did I say "who*e", Nick? I meant a liar too Like I've been goin' off on you all this time for no reason Girl you out ya alcholic mind Check ya wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine Like I f**in' sit around and think about you all the time I just think this sh** is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme But f** 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, a 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 over load of fibs I ain't saying this sh** again, ho, you know what it is It's a warning shot before I blow up your whole spot Call my bluff and I'll release every f**ing 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, Slim Shady, I love you 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 cute, right? You bet your sweet a** 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 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 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'mma just keep goin' Damn I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann's saying, "Cut the tape, cut the tape" Knife!