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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 it's the X, you
'Cause I the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in and to the masses, without boundaries
Which me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit ass like the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head 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 da fuck up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than to be a competitor
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 every rapper in me, love me and me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I you
I get more pussy them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh dead that shit
My name 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 that shit for a too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? We're
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start and drop blockbusters
'Round the hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm wires niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I

Remember me? ("I just give 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 when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my image,
So I the fuckin' critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(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 with a mom
(Is she on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've broke in the back
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish 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 fuck you at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!