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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I bombs like Hiroshima")

For this, why it's the X, you
I grab the mic and get down, like 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 did that bitch
That got "Banned TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45

me? ("Throw ya guns 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, yeah 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 extended the cheddars and credda
of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to gutter
Evidence? Nope! leave a shredda
I got the of every rapper in me, love 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 than 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, fuck raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm a do to you, have to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you to do, cocksuckers? We're glockbusters
the cops cuff us, gonna start ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you cannot us
I'm gettin' wires niggas me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be I said?

Remember me? ("I just don't a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, you too!")
me? ("I'm low down 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 wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My mom, bitch made me an angry blond
So I made me a song, 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 dope 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 dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's ten clips each
And shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
Fuck that! Psh you fagots can to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell a can of gas, and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the fuck you at, nigga?)
you remember me?
me?
me?!
me?!