Lyrics: E. Collins/K. Jones/Marshall Mathers/Andre R. Young
Music: E. Collins/K. Jones/Marshall Mathers/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 b1tch
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? N1gga, bacdafucup!
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx!
N1ggas 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 b1tch, met her, fvxk you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the sh1t, 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 mom's got rxped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest n1gga ever, I told you
I get more p***y than them dyke b***hes Total
Want beef, n1gga? Pbbt, you better dead that sh1t
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-N1gga-Said-That-Sh1t
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fvxk b***hes raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got n1ggas in my hood who'd do that sh1t for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cxcksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, n1ggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?
Remember me? I just don't give a fvxk!
Remember me? Yeah, fvxk 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 fvxkin' image
So I promised the fvxkin' critics I wouldn't say "f**kin'" for six minutes
Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
My baby's mom, b1tch 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 d**e as you say she's on?
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each
And them sh1ts reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fvxk that! Pbbt, you faggxts 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 fvxk you starin' at, n1gga?)
Don't you remember me?!
Remember me?!
Remember me?!
Remember me!! (Slim Shady!)