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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 grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which me for the term "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 split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

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

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I better the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dike total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better 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, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be 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 mean when I go out to the club,
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I thinkin' these crazy 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 picnic scenes, two kids,
With with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish to volcanic ash
And in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!