Eminem feat. RBX & Sticky Fingaz Remember Me? Lyrics
The Marshall Mathers LP Track Listing
1 Public Service Announcement 2000
2 Kill You
4 Paul (skit)
5 Who Knew
6 Steve Berman
7 The Way I Am
8 The Real Slim Shady
9 Remember Me?
10 I'm Back
11 Marshall Mathers
12 Ken Kaniff (skit)
13 Drug Ballad
15 Bitch Please II
17 Under the Influence
(I have no remorse)
(I'm 'High Powered')
(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 controvers'al
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit yo' *** like the train did that *****
That got "Banned From TV"
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco-is-the-motion, we comin' th'ough
Hollow tips is the lead the .45 threw
(Throw ya gunz in the air)
*****z that take no for an answer, get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like, "No, no, no!"
Life a *****, met her, **** you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the **** 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 ***** ever, I told you
I get more ***** than them dyke *****es Total
Want beef, *****? You better dead that ****
My name should be "Can't believe that Nngga said dat ****"
Probably sayin', "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, **** *****es raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'm-a do to you, have done to you
Got *****z in my hood who'd do that **** for a blunt or two
What you wanna do, **********s? 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, *****z wantin' me dead, wantin' my head
You think it could be somethin' I said?
(I just don't give a ****)
(Yeah, **** you too!)
(I'm low down and I'm shifty)
When I go out, I'm-a go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clear up my ****in' image, so I promised the ****in' critics
I wouldn't say, "****in'" for six minutes
Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on
My baby's mom, ***** 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 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?
**** that, you ******s 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 **** you starin' at, *****?
Don't you remember me?