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

For this, why it's the X, you
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like
Hide in Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow 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 it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck 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 better extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a mellow from ghetto 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 nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy than them dike bitches
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin'
Smoke def, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

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 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 made me a song, her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' crazy 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 broke in the back 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 each
And them reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can vanish to 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?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!