Remind Me
Eminem Lyrics


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Yo! I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin'
Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt-chin
Callin' all party animals, get
On the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit
In search of a chick who's stacked and so thick
And implants are so big
She can hang me up on that rack, big ol' tits
Like Anna Nicole Smith
Body's bananas and sass to go with
I spot you at first glance and go "shit!"
You wearin' those pants that don't fit
That butt won't ever give up
That's why you stick it out no matter what, huh?
'Cause you got an ass that won't quit
So, get on the horn, my saxophone
Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow "whee"
You just laugh and go "heehee"
'Cause you're just as nasty so that's appropriate
That's why

I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me (yeah, me)
I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me, nasty (yeah, me)

You know, I'm wearin' a new shirt tonight too (yo)
With me on it

I'm lookin' at your tight rear like a sightseer
Your booty is heavy duty like diarrhea
The plan's to bring you to my house
You're drinkin' Jack and Beam
I'm thinkin' soon this tramp'll lean so we should bounce
But you're outta your tube-top
If you're thinkin' that mi casa es su casa
Yeah, you're a cute fox
Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
Girl, you're smokin' like Snoop Dogg
But you must be tokin' if you think you're takin' over my quarters
There goes the dime into the jukebox
Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon I'll
Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl
So, Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball
Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox
And excuse the locker room talk, I'm just too raw
But apparently, so are you, ma
'Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off
And that's why

I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me (yeah, me)
I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me, nasty (yeah, me)

Said, said, "Can I take you home, where we can be alone?"
Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you're probably feelin' me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin'
You ain't run of the mill, you're one in a million
'Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones

So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of
But tonight, curiosity overrides ya
Beside ya fired up like a starter pistol
Crystal, let's slide hun, tonight I'm your pilot
'Cause you should be up in the sky, girl
You're so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club
So come on, baby, the night's young
Don't string me along, I'm high-strung
We might wind up on mound like we're tryin' for the Cy Young
Fuckin' 'fore we get to the house
Screwin' our brains out like changing a lightbulb
That's why I like ya, 'cause I'm crazy just like ya
Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up
I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck
So ready, set, aim and fire
Yes, babe, I'm fallin' in like, that's kinda, why I love

I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me (yeah, me)




I said I love you, 'cause you remind me of me
That's why I love you, 'cause you're like me, nasty (yeah, me)

Overall Meaning

In "Remind Me," Eminem introduces himself as the devilishly grinning, freckled and butt-chinned man who is looking for a chick that's not only stacked but also has huge implants. He notices a girl with a big butt that never gives up, and he becomes smitten with her. She is wearing pants that don't fit, and her curves are sticking out, which makes her irresistible to him. Eminem then confesses that he loves her because she reminds him of himself. He finds the girl to be as nasty as he is and relishes that similarity. The two plan on bringing the girl back to Eminem's house, but things don't go according to his plans.


The song can be interpreted as Eminem's self-parody or an ironic swipe at derogatory rap lyrics. It is a tongue-in-cheek tribute to the rapper's penchant for lasciviousness, violent and outrageous lyrics, and absurd sense of humor. The lyric, "I love you because you remind me me" could be interpreted as a statement of bisexual love, or as a mock comment on the type of drunken or stoned person that Eminem is looking for.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo! I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin'
I enter with devilish look on my face and disgusting traits


Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt-chin
I have an asshole personality with freckled cheeks and butt chin


Callin' all party animals, get On the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit
Inviting all the party animals to get on the floor and be ready to dance when I pop up like Whac-A-Mole game


In search of a chick who's stacked and so thick And implants are so big She can hang me up on that rack, big ol' tits Like Anna Nicole Smith Body's bananas and sass to go with
I'm looking for a girl who has big implants and banana-shaped body with sass to match, like Anna Nicole Smith


I spot you at first glance and go "shit!" You wearin' those pants that don't fit
I find you at the first glance and react with an exclamation like 'shit' because you're wearing tight pants


That butt won't ever give up That's why you stick it out no matter what, huh? 'Cause you got an ass that won't quit
You have a butt that never gives up and that's why you stick it out no matter what, because your butt is unbeatable


So, get on the horn, my saxophone Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow "whee" You just laugh and go "heehee" 'Cause you're just as nasty so that's appropriate That's why
Get ready to play my saxophone and blow 'whee', you laugh and respond with 'heehee' because you're just as nasty as I am, that's why I like you


You know, I'm wearin' a new shirt tonight too (yo) With me on it
I'm wearing my own image on my new shirt tonight


I'm lookin' at your tight rear like a sightseer Your booty is heavy duty like diarrhea
I'm looking at your tight butt like a sightseer and it's so big and heavy that it's like diarrhea


The plan's to bring you to my house You're drinkin' Jack and Beam I'm thinkin' soon this tramp'll lean so we should bounce
I plan to take you to my house and since you're drinking Jack and Beam, I'm thinking you'll be intoxicated soon so we should leave


But you're outta your tube-top If you're thinkin' that mi casa es su casa
You're being too forward by assuming that my house is your house, especially since your tube-top is falling off


Yeah, you're a cute fox Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
You're a beautiful woman, a perfect ten, so move your behind like you're doing a moonwalk


Girl, you're smokin' like Snoop Dogg But you must be tokin' if you think you're takin' over my quarters
You're really hot, like Snoop Dogg, but you must be smoking something if you think you're taking over my place


There goes the dime into the jukebox Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon I'll Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl
I put some money in the jukebox and after two shots of blue Hpnotiq, we'll turn this pool hall into a barroom brawl


So, Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox And excuse the locker room talk, I'm just too raw
Rick, start the game by scratching the break like the cue ball and turn up the volume on your boombox while I apologize for my vulgar language


But apparently, so are you, ma 'Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off And that's why
But apparently, you're just as vulgar as I am because you kicked me in the balls and told me to leave, and I find that attractive


Said, said, "Can I take you home, where we can be alone?" Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
I politely ask, 'Can I take you home, where we can be alone?'. Shorty, you're amazing, so I ordered you to sit down


I know you're probably feelin' me more than you admit Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I know you like me more than you're letting on, so let's sit down and have a drink together


I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin' You ain't run of the mill, you're one in a million
I only go to meetings because I'm court-ordered to. From your toes to your head, you're not a typical person, you're one in a million


'Cause real tits are still fun But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones
Real breasts are still fun, but everyone knows that fake ones are better


So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of But tonight, curiosity overrides ya Beside ya fired up like a starter pistol
Come spend the night with a guy who terrifies most people, but tonight your curiosity gets the best of you and you're fired up like a starter pistol


Crystal, let's slide hun, tonight I'm your pilot 'Cause you should be up in the sky, girl You're so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club
Crystal, let's go out tonight, I'll be your pilot. You're so amazing and beautiful that you belong in the mile high club


We might wind up on mound like we're tryin' for the Cy Young Fuckin' 'fore we get to the house Screwin' our brains out like changing a lightbulb
We might end up having sex like we're trying to win the Cy Young award, even before we get to the house. We'll be screwing each other like changing a lightbulb


That's why I like ya, 'cause I'm crazy just like ya Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck
That's why I like you, because you're as crazy as I am. Every time I receive oral sex, you mess with my mind. I can barely think straight. Your head game is a mind-bending experience


So ready, set, aim and fire Yes, babe, I'm fallin' in like, that's kinda, why I love
Ready, set, aim and fire! Yes, babe, I'm falling for you, that's why I love you




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Jake Richards, Allan Sachs, Jesse Bonds Weaver, Matt Dike, Luther Rabb, James Walters, Marvin Young

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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

Greatest of all time

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