[Lyrics for Eminem – The Warning]
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’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 you to go balls out
Bitch shut the f*ck up before 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 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 ’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 mixing our studio session down and sendin’ it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the f*ck 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 who 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 f*cking had to be drunk to f*ck me?
Second base? What the f*ck you tell Nick, punk?
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 ’cause I ejaculated prematurely and bus 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 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 the amounts of all the wine
Like I f*cking sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But f*ck 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 below the ribs, if I hear another word so don’t go opening your jibs, ’cause 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 f*cking thing I got
Including the voice mails right before you flipped your chop
When me and Luis were tryna stick two cd’s in the same slot
(Slim Shady, guess I forgot you, Slim Shady, guess I forgot you, 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 (baby girl)
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!)