Remember Me
Eminem Lyrics


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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, they scream "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 getup
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 your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
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 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, it's 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 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? Pfft, 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 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, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' 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'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
(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 must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s 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! Pfft, 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 starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?




Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song "Remember Me?", which features RBX and Sticky Fingaz, are intensely aggressive and somewhat disturbing. In the first verse, Eminem declares himself to be "high-powered" and capable of dropping "bombs like Hiroshima." He suggests that he is a controversial figure, leaking controversial words without rehearsal. The second verse features RBX and Sticky Fingaz, who continue the violent themes of the song. Sticky Fingaz even seems to suggest that he is willing to kill someone for a "blunt or two."


While the lyrics of "Remember Me?" might be seen as disturbing or overly violent, they are also thought to be an expression of Eminem's deep-seated anger and frustration. The song was released during a time when Eminem was at the height of his fame and constantly being criticized by the media and other musicians. Many people saw his lyrics as shocking and offensive, but others saw them as a reflection of the anger and disillusionment felt by many young people who were struggling to make it in a world that seemed increasingly violent and dangerous.


Line by Line Meaning

Remember me? Seven executions
Do you recall me? I've killed seven people


Remember me? I have no remorse
Do you remember me? I do not feel regret for what I've done


Remember me? I'm high-powered
Do you remember me? I have a lot of influence and power


Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima
Do you remember me? I have a great impact and destroy everything in my path like the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima


For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
For this song, people are excited and shout, "Did you do this, X? You're crazy!"


'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Because I take hold of the microphone and perform in a way that is unusual, much like someone with Down Syndrome


Hide and roam into the masses
I blend into the crowd and roam amongst people


Without boundaries, which qualifies me
I have no limits or restrictions, which makes me standout


For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I am deemed "universal," without any practice or preparation needed


I leak words that's controversial
I speak and reveal controversial opinions


Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
You do not want to challenge me


'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch that got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Just like the train that hit that woman in a video that was banned from TV, I will hit you hard with my powerful lyrics


Hit you, watch your whole head split up
I will strike you and watch your whole head break into pieces


Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Our actions are crazy and out of control as we make our entrance


Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
The bullet in my gun is hollow-point, which is a more lethal projectile


Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Do you remember me? Hold your guns up high


Remember me? Slam, slam
Do you remember me? Forcefully push back or attack


Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Do you remember me? Step away, man, stop the aggressiveness


Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx
Do you remember me? The sound of the guns being loaded


Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
People that accept rejection are more likely to be rejected


Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
I have been told no many times, but it was more like a loud and emphatic refusal


Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Life is challenging and can bring you down; I will disrespect anyone who lets life defeat them


Better come better than better to be a competitor
You need to come with your best to compete with me


This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
As a veteran in this field, I am ahead of the game and you are becoming more irrelevant and dead


A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
I should be in the medical field, helping people, instead of pursuing fame and money


Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Solve disputes by using a gun and navigating various cities and neighborhoods


Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
There will be no evidence left behind


I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
I embody the essence of every rapper, whether you like or dislike me


My moms got raped by the industry and made me
My mother was exploited and mistreated by the entertainment industry, resulting in my existence


I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I am the best and most distinctive rapper, as I previously proclaimed


I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
I have more sexual encounters with women than even the lesbians in the group Total


Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
You want to start something? Ha, you better stop it right there


My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
I say things so crazy that my name should be disbelief in my lyrics


Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
People may say that I am not a killer, but I am actually destroying myself with my actions and lifestyle


Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
I smoke to the point of harm and have unprotected sex in a dirty area


So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Consider what I am capable of doing to you or have already done to others


Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
I have people in my neighborhood who would commit harmful actions for very little reward


What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
What do you want to do? Cowards, we are ready to shoot you with our guns


'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
We will continue causing trouble and making hits until the police arrest us


Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
We are always working and making money, and you cannot stop us


I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
I am receiving communication through secret channels, as people want to kill me


Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?
People want to kill me, and I wonder if it's due to something I expressed in my songs


Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Do you remember me? I genuinely do not care about anything


Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Do you remember me? Yeah, I don't like you either


Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Do you remember me? I am devious and sneaky


Remember me? I'm Shady
Do you remember me? I am a bad influence and a danger to society


When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
When I go out, I will bring my guns and be prepared to use them


I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I do not mean when I die, I mean when I go out to nightclubs


I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
I am attempting to improve my public perception


So I promised the fuckin' critics
So I made a promise to the critics


I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
I made a promise not to use the word "fuck" for six minutes


(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you are ready to begin)


My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
My child's mother made me angry and upset


So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
So I made a song about killing her and included my daughter's name in it


I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
I may be incorrect, but I continue to have these bizarre ideas


In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
In my mind, but I cannot escape a mother who is insane


(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
(Is my mother truly using drugs to the extent I suggest?)


Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
I arrived home and found out that someone had broken into my house


And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
They stole two machine guns and both of my trench coats


Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Six twisted fantasies about scenes of violence


Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
Two teenagers, both with M-16s and ten rounds per clip


And them shits reach through six kids each
Their rounds can pierce through six kids each


And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
And yet it's my fault, as Bill Clinton mentioned me in a speech attempting to fix societal problems?


Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
Forget that! You fools can completely disappear


And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Show up in Hell with a can of gasoline and matches


Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
Aftermath label, Dr. Dre, grab the gun and remind people who is in charge


(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)
(What are you looking at, man?)




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Edwyn Collins, Kirk Jones, Marshall Mathers

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "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 getup
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 your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
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 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, it's 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 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? Pfft, 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 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, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' 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'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
(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 must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s 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! Pfft, 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 starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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