Eminem | Lyrics | Remember Me?

Remember me? Step in, execution
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 yo' ass like the train did that b****
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 .45 threw

Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga 'Bacdafucup'
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggaz that take no for an answer, get told no
Yeah, I been told no but it was more like, "No, no, no"
Life a b**** that'll f*** you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor

This vet is ahead of
The s*** is all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta one 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 d*** b****** total
Want b***, nigga? You better dead that s***
My name should be 'Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-S***'
Probably sayin', "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin' myself

Smoke death, f*** b****** raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggaz in my hood who'd do that s*** 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, niggaz wantin' me dead, wantin' my head
You think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a f***
Remember me? Yeah, f*** you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, Imma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clear up my f*****' image
So I promised the f*****' critics

I wouldn't say "F*****'", for six minutes
Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on
My baby's mom, b**** 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 trench coats
Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
With M-16's and ten clips each
And them s**** reach through six kids each

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
F*** that, you fagots 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 it's at
What the f*** you starin' at, nigga?

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
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