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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 grab the mic and get down, syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, words is controversial
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch you're whole head up
Loco is the motion, weed comin'
Hollow 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 "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've told no but it's more like
"No, no, no!!"
a bitch, yeah it'll fuck you if you let her
Better come 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 beretta from ghetto to
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, me and hate 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, Psh better dead that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke def, bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too
you want to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I don't 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 mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club,
I'm to clean up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the fuckin'
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these 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 must've broke in the window
And stole two loaded machine guns and of my trench coats
Sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's with ten clips
And them shits reach six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
Fuck that! Psh you can vanish to volcanic ash
And in hell with a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, the gat, show 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!