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 wildin’ 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 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 something 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 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 fuckin’ had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin?
The second week we were dry humpin’, that’s gotta count for somethin’
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 embarrassin’ me
I’m embarrassin’ 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 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 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 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 ’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 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 warning shot, ‘fore I blow up your 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 slot

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) Yeah so what I’ll do
Is 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?) You bet your sweet ass I do
(I’m Mary Poppins, baby) And I’m Superman, ooh
(Mary P; Slim Shady) Comin’ at you
So if you’ll still be my (Baby girl)
Then I’ll still be your (Superhero)
(Oh and 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, ’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 goin’
Damn

I see Mary Ann, Mary Ann’s saying cut the tape
Cut the tape, knife