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Remember Me?

Remember Me?

Eminem

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Marshall Mathers/E. Collins/K. Jones/Andre R. Young

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Marshall Mathers/E. Collins/K. Jones/Andre R. Young

Remember me? Seven executions Remember me? I have no remorse Remember me? I'm high-powered Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!" 'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome Hide and roam into the masses Without boundaries, which qualifies me For the term "universal" without no rehearsal I leak words that's controversial Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see 'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup Hit you, watch your whole head split up Loco is the motion, we comin' through Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air! Remember me? Slam! Slam! Remember me? Nigga, bacdafucup! Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx! Niggas that take no for an answer get told no Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!" Life's a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader A medic instead of the cheddars and credda Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My moms got raped by the industry and made me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total Want beef, nigga? Pbbt, you better dead that shit My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters 'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said? Remember me? I just don't give a fuck! Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too! Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty! Remember me? I'm Shady! When I go out, I'ma go out shootin' I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid! I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image So I promised the fuckin' critics I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on! My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on? Came home and somebody musta broke in the back window And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each And them shits reach through six kids each And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?! Fuck that! Pbbt, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match! Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat! Show 'em where it's at! (What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?!) Don't you remember me? Remember me? Remember me? Remember me? (Slim Shady!)
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