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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole 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 catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll 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 the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the of every rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike bitches
beef, nigga? Psh better dead that shit
My name 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 kitchen
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas wantin' me
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I just don't 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 when I die, I mean 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 mom, bitch made me an angry blond
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 really on as dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the window
And two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!