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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
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
Hollow 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 it's like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Nope! Never leave 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, Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm 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 do that shit for a bullet too
What you 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' niggas wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I don't give 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 mean I go out to the club, stupid
I'm to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck 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 loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill 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 it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!