Eminem: Remember me

[RBX]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 SyndromeHide and roam into the masses, without boundarieswhich qualifies me for the term "universal"Without no rehearsal, I leak words that's controversialLike I'm not, the one you wanna contest, seecause I'll hit yo' ass like the train did that bitch that got "Banned From TV" -- heavyweight hitterHit you watch your whole head split upLoco-is-the-motion, we comin throughHollow tips is the lead, the .45 threw[Sticky Fingaz]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 noYeah I been told no but it was more like, "No, no, no!!!"Life a bitch that'll fuck you if you let herBetter come better than better to be a competitorthis vet is ahead of, The shit is all redder, you deader and deaderA medic instead-a the cheddars and credda Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghettoEvidence? NOPE! Never leave a shred-ofI got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate meMy moms got raped by the industry and made meI'm the illest nigga ever, I told youI get more pussy than them dyke bitches TotalWant beef, nigga? PBBT! You better dead that shitMy name should be "Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit"Probably sayin, "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin myselfSmoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floorSo think what I'ma do to you, have done to youGot niggaz in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or twoWhat 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 usI'm gettin wires niggaz wantin me dead, wantin my headYou think it could be somethin I said? {*echoes*}[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 shootinI don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupidI'm tryin to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin criticsI wouldn't say "fuckin" for six minutes(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blondeSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie onI may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughtsin 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 windowand stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoatsSick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteenwith M-16's and ten clips eachAnd them shits reach through six kids eachAnd Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?FUCK THAT! PBBT! Tou faggots can vanish to volcanic ashand re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a matchAftermath, 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!!!!