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

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

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

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

Remember me? ("I 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 up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the window
And stole two machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!