• 標題:remember me
  • 歌手:eminem
  • 專輯:The Marshall Mathers
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    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 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 .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 bitch that'll 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-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 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'ma do to you, have done to you
    Got niggaz 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 gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my head
    You think it could be somethin I said? {*echoes*}
    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 clear 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 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?
    FUCK THAT! PBBT! Tou faggots 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 fuck you starin at, nigga?)
    Don't you remember me?!
    Remember me?!!
    Remember me??!
    REMEMBER ME!!!!