Remember Me Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp - Eminem

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 it's the 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 hitter 

Hit you watch your whole head split up 

Loco is the motion, we comin' through 

Hollow tips is the lead, the forty-five threw 

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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 is 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 mom's 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 

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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'mma 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 getting wires niggas wanting me dead, wanting my head 

You think it could be something 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'mma go out shooting 

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid 

I'm tryna 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 thinking 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 staring at, nigga?) 

Don't you remember me? Remember me? 

Remember me? Remember me? (Slim Shady!)