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

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head 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 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 it'll you if you let her
come better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them bitches total
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the floor
So think I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

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

When I go out, I'm a go out
I mean when 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, bitch made me an blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
In my cranium, but I'm stuck a crazy mom
(Is she really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and 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 with ten clips each
And them reach through six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!