Remember Me? - 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

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

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!)