Remember Me? lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : Remember Me?



 Send "Remember Me?" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

(RBX)
Remember me? ("There be
executions")
Remember me? ("I have no
remorse")
Remember me? ("I'm high,
POWER!")
Remember me? ("I drop bombs like
Hiroshima")

For this, why it's 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 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 get up, watch
you're 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 bac da fuck
up!")
Remember me?
("Chka-chka-Onyx!")

Niggas catchin' "no"
for an answer, ghetto no
Yeah, I've been told
no but it's more like
"no, no, no!!"
Life's
a bitch; yeah it'll 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 gutter
Evidence?
Nope! Never leave a shredda
I got the soul of
every rapper in me, love me and 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 dike bitches total
Want beef,
nigga? PSH better dead that shit
My name
should be
"Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"
Probably
say "he ain't a killa", but I'm killin'
myself
Smoke def, fuck bitches raw, on the
kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you,
have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd
do that shit for a bullet too
What you wanna
do, cocksuckers? We're Blockbusters
'Til the
cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop
blockbusters
'Round the clock hustlers, you
cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires niggas
wantin' me dead
Wantin' head, you think it
could be somethin' I
said?

(Eminem)
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'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 fuckin' image,
so I promised the
fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for
six minutes
(*click* 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 Haley 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 must've 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
with ten clips each
And them shits reach
through 6 kids each
And Slim gets blamed in
Bill Clintin's speech to fix these
streets?
FiCK THAT! PSH you faggets 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
(Shot)
(What the fuck you starin' at,
nigga?)

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