Remember Me
Eminem RBX Sticky Fingaz Lyrics

Remember me? Seven executions
Don't forget me? I have killed seven times

Remember me? I have no remorse
Don't forget me? I have no feelings of guilt or regret for my actions

Remember me? I'm high-powered
Don't forget me? I possess great influence, authority or force

Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima
Don't forget me? I create huge explosions, devastation and destruction

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
On this occasion, they shout "X, are you mentally challenged?"

'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Because I take the microphone, start to perform and do it with the same focus and intensity as someone with Down syndrome

Hide and roam into the masses
Move around secretly and aimlessly among large groups of people

Without boundaries, which qualifies me
Without limitations, making me eligible or suitable for something

For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
To be universally great without requiring practice

I leak words that's controversial
I speak words that are provocative, causing widespread public disagreement or debate

Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
As if I am not the person you want to argue or compete with

'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
Because I'll strike you severely like the locomotive did to that woman

That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Who was excluded from television because of her excessive weight, I come with great skill and strength

Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Strike you and observe your entire skull fracture

Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Insanity is the way we move, we are arriving

Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
The .45-caliber firearm I use has bullets with hollow points that spread upon impact

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Don't forget me? Raise your firearms high in the air

Remember me? Slam, slam
Don't forget me? To violently smash or swing something

Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Don't forget me? Remain at a safe distance, retreat

Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx
Don't forget me? A firearms sound effect commonly associated with the rap group Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
People who accept no as a response, are told no

Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Yes, I've been refused, but it sounded more like "Hell no!"

Life's a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Life is difficult, met her, if you allow her to bother you, then screw you

Better come better than better to be a competitor
It is necessary to perform better than your opponent to stand a chance

This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
This experienced person is superior, everything is more serious and intense than before, you are constantly approaching death

A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
I tend to injuries and heal, instead of seeking riches and money

Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Resolve conflict with vengeance and a handgun, from one impoverished area to another

Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
Proof, no, I never leave any trace of my actions

I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
I have the essence, spirit or style of every other hip-hop artist within me, whether you like or dislike it

My moms got raped by the industry and made me
The music business sexually violated my mother and consequently, I was born

I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I'm the best rapper of all time, I already said it

I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
I have sex with more women than the lesbian duo named Total

Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
You want to start trouble? Please, stop or else you may die

My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
I often say outrageous things, my name should reflect my surprising statements

Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
I may claim I'm not a murderer, but I do things that can lead to my death

Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
Smoke drugs that could result in death, have unprotected sex with women on the kitchen floor

So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Imagine how I'm going to treat you, as I have done so to others

Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
I have people in my neighbourhood who would perform such actions for a small amount of marijuana

What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
What do you plan to do? We are tough and will use our firearms

'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Until the police handcuff us, we will cause chaos and produce hit records

Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
We work tirelessly, you cannot defeat us

I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
I'm receiving encoded messages or information, individuals desire my demise

Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?
Desire to decapitate me, do you believe it could be because of something I spoke?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Don't forget me? I have no concern or interest in anything

Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Don't forget me? Yeah, screw you as well

Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Don't forget me? I behave sneaky and underhanded

Remember me? I'm Shady
Don't forget me? My name is Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
When I leave home, I will be carrying a gun and prepared to use it

I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I do not refer to my demise, I mean when I go to a nightspot, you fool

I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
I'm attempting to improve my vulgar and unpleasant reputation

So I promised the fuckin' critics
So I assured the critical reviewers

I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
I pledged not to use profanity for six minutes

(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, it's your turn)

My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
My child's mother made me a furious and erratic man

So I made me a song, killed her and
So I created a musical track wherein I killed her and

put Hailie on
featured my daughter Hailie on the record

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

In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
In my brain, but I'm forced to deal with an insane mother

(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
(Is it true that she consumes as many drugs as you've indicated?)

Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
Arrived at my residence and it appears someone entered through the rear window without permission

And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
And took two firearms fully loaded with ammunition and both of my long, heavy coats

Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Six disturbing visions of idyllic outdoor meals

Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
Two sixteen-year-old children, each possessing an M-16 assault rifle with ten magazine clips

And them shits reach through six kids each
And each of those rifles can shoot through six children

And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
And somehow, Bill Clinton mentions me in his public address to remedy these urban neighborhoods?!

Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
That's bullshit! Please, queer people can disappear like ash from a volcano

And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
And return to the underworld with the intention to start a fire

Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
After the commotion, Dr. Dre, grab the firearm and demonstrate how it works

(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)
(Why are you intensely observing me, man?)

Don't you remember me?
Do you not recall who I am?

Remember me?
Don't forget me?

Remember me?
Don't forget me?

Remember me? (Slim Shady!)
Don't forget me? (My name is Slim Shady!)