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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I 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
in Rome 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
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

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 it's more
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll 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 extended the cheddars and
Instead of vendetta, a beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! Never a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead 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 kitchen
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 want to do, cocksuckers? glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it be somethin' 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 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, made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach six kids each
And gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech 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, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!