歌词:
Only reason I dissed you in the first place, is cause you denied seeing me
Now I’m pissed off
Sit back homey, 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 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, I didn’t expect her to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck 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 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 scared of you?
You 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 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 fucking had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we were dry humping. It’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 stomachs 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 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 ”whore”, 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 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 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 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 another load of fibs
I ain’t saying this shit again, ho. You know what it is.
It’s a warning shot before I blow up ya 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 tryin’ to stick two CD’s in the same spot
