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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 the X, you retarded?
'Cause I grab the mic and get down, like
in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
Which qualifies me for the "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
I'm not, the one you want to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, watch whole head split up
is the motion, weed comin' through
Hollow in the lead, the .45 through

me? ("Throw ya guns 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 more like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah it'll you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a
This ved is a head, the is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get pussy than them dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better that shit
My name be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he ain't a killa", but I'm myself
def, fuck 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 for a bullet too
What you 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 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!")
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 clean up my 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 blond
So I made me a song, killed her and put on
I may be wrong, I thinkin' these 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 must've broke in the back window
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 through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill speech to fix these streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish 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 you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!