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

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

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

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto 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 come better better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and
I better extended the and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead shit
My should 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, have 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 cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
me? ("Yeah, fuck 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 when I die, I when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley 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 much as you say she's on?)
home, and somebody must've broke in the back window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim gets in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!