Talk about "dirty pillows."
Update: J*O*E*'s comment led me to search out the lyrics. OMG.
It's a rumoured "shot" back at Eminem for "dissing" her a little while back.
So Oh Oh So Ohhh
Will the real MC please step to the mic?
MC- You need an MC, place to be
MC the MC
All up in the blogs
Say we met at the bar
When I don’t even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Sayin’ I’m up in your car
But you in LA but I’m out at Jermaine’s
I’m up in the A- you’re so so lame
and no one here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
coz you be poppin, hood, you get it poppin’
Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this
You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin ya, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex
Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed
You on your job, you hattin’ hard
Ain’t gon feed you, gon’ let you starve
You graspin’ for air, I’m ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain’t waitin
Tellin’ the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin’
You a mom and pop, I’m a corporation
I’m the press conference, you a conversation
There. That feels better. Things were getting far too heavy back there.