Remember Me? Lyrics – Eminem
The name of this track "Remember Me?" from The Marshall Mathers LP is quite appropriate: most people who bought the album would’ve had to rack their brains to remember RBX (best known for his contributions to The Chronic) and Sticky Fingaz (best known as a member of the early gangsta rap group Onyx).| Song Name : | Remember Me? |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Remember me? Seven executionsRemember me? I have no remorseRemember me? I’m high poweredRemember 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 massesWithout boundaries, which qualifies meFor the term universal, without no rehearsalI leak words that’s controversialLike I’m not the one you wanna contest, seeCause I’ll hit your 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 forty-five threw
Remember me? Throw ya gunz in the airRemember me? Slam, SlamRemember me? Nigga, bacdafucupRemember 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’s a bitch, met her, 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 of the cheddars and creddaSettle vendetta with 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 mom’s 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 shit
My name should be Can’t-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-ShitProbably sayin’ he ain’t a killer, but I’m killin’ myselfSmoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floorSo think what I’mma do to you, have done to youGot niggas 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 blockbustersRound the clock hustlers, you cannot touch usI’m getting wires niggas wanting me dead, wanting my headYou think it could be something I said?
Remember me? I just don’t give a fuckRemember me? Yeah, fuck you tooRemember me? I’m low down and I’m shiftyRemember me? I’m Shady
When I go out, I’mma go out shootingI don’t mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupidI’m tryna clean up my fuckin’ image so I promised the fuckin’ criticsI wouldn’t say fuckin’ for six minutes
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 thinking 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 scenesTwo kids, sixteen with 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 – you faggots can vanish to volcanic ashAnd reappear in hell with a can of gas and a matchAftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show ’em where it’s at(What the fuck you staring at, nigga?)
Don’t you remember me? Remember me?Remember me? Remember me? (Slim Shady!)