Remember Me
Eminem - www.SongsLover.com Lyrics

Remember me? Seven executions
Do you remember the seven times I killed it on the mic before?

Remember me? I have no remorse
I do what I do without feeling guilty for it.

Remember me? I'm high-powered
I'm skilled and talented.

Remember me? I drop bombs, like Hiroshima
My rhymes are explosive and cause devastation.

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
People criticize me for my lyrics.

'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
When I perform, I do it with intensity and passion.

Hide and roam into the masses
I become part of the crowd when I rap, blending in seamlessly.

Without boundaries, which qualifies me
I'm free to express myself without limitations, making me unique.

For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
My rhymes flow naturally and appeal to a wide audience.

I leak words that's controversial
I speak openly about sensitive topics that may be divisive.

Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
Don't even try to compete with me.

'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
If you try to take me on, I'll come at you hard and destroy you completely.

That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
I bring the heat and put on a powerful performance.

Hit you, watch your whole head split up
If I hit you, I'll do it so hard that your head will literally explode.

Loco is the motion, we comin' through
I'm unstoppable and nothing can stand in my way.

Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
My rhymes hit hard like bullets from a gun.

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
My music is so powerful that it makes you want to celebrate and party.

Remember me? Slam, slam
My rhymes slam hard like a heavyweight boxing match.

Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Don't come too close to me or you'll regret it.

Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx
I'm bringing the heat and representing my crew.

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Weak people who give up easily won't get very far in life.

Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
I've been rejected many times, but I don't let it discourage me.

Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Life can be tough, but you can't let it get the best of you.

Better come better than better to be a competitor
If you want to compete with me, you better bring your best game.

This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
I'm the best and everyone else is falling behind.

A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
I'm here to help and care for people, rather than just pursuing money and success.

Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
I'll use whatever means necessary to settle my scores, even if it involves weapons like a Beretta.

Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
There's no evidence against me because I'm too smart to leave any behind.

I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
I'm a versatile artist who can appeal to a variety of tastes.

My moms got raped by the industry and made me
My background is difficult and complicated, shaped by harsh realities and unfavorable circumstances.

I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I'm the best rapper there ever was, and I'm not afraid to say it.

I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
I have a thriving sex life and am proud of it.

Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
If you want to start a fight with me, you'll come to regret it.

My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
I often say bold and daring statements that surprise and shock people.

Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
I'm admitting that my lifestyle and habits are self-destructive.

Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
I'm into dangerous and risky behaviors.

So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
If you cross me, you'll face dire consequences.

Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
I have people who can do my dirty work for me for a small price.

What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
If you mess with me or my crew, we'll come at you with deadly force.

'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
We don't care about the consequences of our actions.

Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
We're hard workers who are always on the move, and we're unstoppable.

I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
I'm getting threats from people who want me dead.

Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?
I'm questioning why people want me dead, and if it's because of something I said or did.

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
I'm unapologetic and don't care what anyone thinks of me.

Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
If you don't like me, I don't care.

Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
I'm cunning and manipulative.

Remember me? I'm Shady
My alter-ego is Slim Shady, a darker and more aggressive version of myself.

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
If I'm going to die, I'd rather go down fighting.

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm not talking about dying, I'm talking about having fun at the club.

I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
I'm working on improving my public persona.

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

I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
I'll try to watch my language for a set amount of time.

(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Get ready to perform.

My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
My girlfriend made me so angry that it affected me mentally.

So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I turned my anger into music and included my daughter in it.

I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
I recognize that my thoughts are irrational and make no sense.

In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
I may be crazy, but my mother is even crazier.

(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
People wonder if my mother is actually using drugs as much as I claim she is.

Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
I think someone broke into my house.

And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
The thieves stole my weapons and clothing.

Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
I have disturbing fantasies about violent scenarios.

Two kids, sixteen, with M-16's and ten clips each
In my dreams, two teenagers have weapons and plenty of ammunition.

And them shits reach through six kids each
The bullets are capable of killing six people each.

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
I'm being blamed for the problems in the streets, even by political figures like Bill Clinton.

Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
I don't care what people think of me, and I don't care if they disappear.

And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
I'd even wish harm on them.

Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
I'm calling on my crew and Dr. Dre to handle the situation.

(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)
What are you looking at? Don't mess with us!