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Remember me? ("There executions")
Remember me? ("I no remorse")
me? ("I'm high, power!")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs 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
qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleague words is
Like I'm not, the one you to contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass the train did that bitch
got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, you're whole head split up
Loco is the motion, comin' through
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 been told no but it's like
"No, no, no!!"
Life's a bitch, yeah fuck you if you let her
Better come better better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you and deader
I extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from to gutter
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every in me, love me and hate me
My moms got raped by the and made me
I'm the illest ever, I told you
I get more pussy than dike bitches total
Want beef, nigga? Psh better dead that
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 bitches raw, on the floor
So what I'm a do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my who'd do that shit for a bullet too
What you want to do, cocksuckers? glockbusters
'Til the cops cuff us, gonna ruckus and drop blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you touch us
I'm gettin' niggas wantin' me dead
my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? ("I just 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 I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to up my fuckin' image,
So I promised the critics
I say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, on)
My baby's mom, bitch me an angry blond
So I me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a mom
(Is she really on as much as you say she's on?)
home, and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids,
With with ten clips each
And them shits through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clintin's speech to fix streets?
that! Psh you fagots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, and a
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, 'em where it's at
(Shot)
(What the you starin' at, nigga?)
Don't you me?
me?
me?!
me?!