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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 Rome and to the masses, boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
no rehearsal, colleague words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're head split up
Loco is the motion, weed through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

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

Niggas "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, been told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah 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 mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of rapper in me, love me and hate me
My moms got by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin'
def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, 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 when I go out to the club,
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded guns and both of my trench coats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix streets?
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?!