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Remember me? ("There executions")
me? ("I have no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop like Hiroshima")

For this, why the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like
in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
Loco is the motion, weed through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

Remember me? ("Throw ya in the air!")
me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga da fuck up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I extended the cheddars and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy than them bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you it could be somethin' I said?

me? ("I just don't give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, you too!")
Remember me? ("I'm low and I'm shifty!")
me? ("I'm shady!")

When I go out, I'm a go out
I don't mean I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I promised the critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck a crazy mom
(Is she really on as dope as you say she's on?)
home, and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach through six each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!