The Warning

Only reason I dissed you in the first place is because you denied seeing me
Now I'm pissed off

Sit back homie and 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 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 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
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 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, pumpkin?
In the second week we was dry humping. It's gotta count for something

Listen, girly. Surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted early
'Cuz ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly
And you almost started hurling and said I was gross
Go get a towel you're stomach's 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 alcoholic mind
Check ya wine cellar
Look at all 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 that you wouldn't find on an episode of Cribs

A blow bellow the ribs if I hear another word so don't go opening your jibs
'Cuz every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't saying this shit again, ho. You know what it is

It's a warning shot for 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

(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)
Guess what I'll do?
I'll refresh your memory when you said: I want you

Now should I keep going 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, Wilma M.)
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 (sing this script?) then I'ma just keep goin

(I see Mary Ann)
(Mary Ann's saying cut the tape, cut the tape, Knife!)