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Remember me? ("There executions")
me? ("I have 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, without
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split 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 back da up!")
me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no" for an answer, no
Yeah, I've been told no but it's like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, it'll fuck you if you let her
Better better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better the cheddars and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
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 than them dike total
Want beef, Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm myself
Smoke def, bitches 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, start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm wires 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 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 me an angry 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 really on as much as you say she's on?)
Came home, and somebody must've in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and of my trench coats
Sick sick of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
M-16's with ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids
And Slim gets blamed in Clintin's speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you 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?!