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Eminem
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| Remember Me
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(RBX)
Remember me? ("Several executions")
Remember me? ("I have no remorse")
Remember me? ("Im high-powered")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs like Hiroshima")
For this, why its the X, you retarded?
Cause I grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
Hide in Rome and to the masses, without boundaries
Whice qualifies me for the term "universal"
Without no rehearsal, colleaged words is controversial
Like Im not, the one you wanna contest, see
Cause Ill hit your ass like the train did that bitch that got "Banned From TV"
Heavyweight get up, hit you, watch youre whole head split up
Loco is the motion, weed comin through
Hollow tips in the lead, the .45 through
(Sticky Fingaz)
Remember me? ("Throw ya gunz in the air!")
Remember me? ("Slam! Slam!")
Remember me? ("Nigga bacdafucup!")
Remember me? ("Chka-chka-Onyx!")
Niggas catchin "no" for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, that bitch hoe nod but it was more like "no, no, no!!"
Lifes a bitch; yeah itll fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This ved is a head, the shit is all redder, you deader and deader
I better extended the cheddars and credda
Instead of vendetta, a mellow beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence? Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
Im the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total
Want beef, nigga? PSH better dead that shit
My name should be "Cant-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably say "he aint a killa", but Im killin myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what Ima do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood whod do that shit for a bullet too
What you wanna do, cocksuckers? Were glock busters
Til the cops cuff us, well start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
Im gettin wires niggas wantin me dead
One in my head, you think it could be somethin I said?
(Eminem)
Remember me? ("I just dont give a fuck!")
Remember me? ("Yeah, fuck you too!")
Remember me? ("Im low down and Im shifty!")
Remember me? ("Im shady!")
When I go out, Ima go out shootin
I dont mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
Im tryin to clear up my fuckin image, so I promised the fuckin critics
I wouldnt say "fuckin" for six minutes
(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on)
My babys mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but Im stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say shes on?)
Came home, and somebody mustve broke in the back window
And stole two golden machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
And M-16s with ten clips each
And them shits reach through 6 kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clints speech to fix these streets?
FUCK THAT! PSH you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show em where its at
(What the fuck you starin at, nigga?)
Dont you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?!
Remember me?!
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