Remember me, I have no remorse Remember me, I'm high powered Remember me, I'm like Hiroshima For this one they scream X, you'll be torted Course I *** the mic and get down like Syndrome Headin' roamin' to the masses without boundaries Which qualifies me for the term universe Without no rehearsal, holly words is 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 get up, hit you, watch your whole head split up Local is the motion, we comin' through Hollow tips is the lead, the 45 through Remember me, throw your guns in the air Remember me, slam, slam Remember me, nigga, back the *** up Remember me, nigga, take a holly Niggas got you know for answer, get told no Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like no, no, no Life a bitch, met her, *** you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor This better's a header, this *** is a redder You deader and deader, I met her instead of the Cheddars and Credder Instead of Vendetta, we'll metal Goretta from ghetto to ghetto Ever ditch? No, never leave a shredder I got the soul of every rapper in me Love me or hate me, my mind's got raped by the industry and made me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get my pussy denim tight, bitches told you One beat? Nigga, better deck that *** My name's Jhabi, can't believe that nigga said that *** Probably saying he ain't a killer, but I'm killing myself Smoke death, *** bitches raw on the kitchen floor So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood to do that *** for a bun or two What you wanna do? Cops, suckers, we Glockbusters Tell the cops, coppers gon' start ruckus And drop blockbusters round the clock, hustlers You cannot touch us I'm getting wired, niggas weighing me dead What in my head? You think it could be something I said? Remember me? I just don't give a *** Remember me? Yeah, *** you too Remember me? I'm low down and I'm 50 Remember me? I'm Shady When I go out, I'ma go out shooting I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid I'm trying to clean up my ***ing image So I promised the ***ing critics I wouldn't say ***ing 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 Hayley on I may be wrong, I keep thinking 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 broken the back window And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes Through Kid Sixteen with them sixteens And ten clip seats, and them ***s reached Through six kids each, and Slim gets blamed And Bill Clinton's speech to fix these streets? *** that! You faggots can vanish to volcanic ash And reappear in hell with a can of gas And a match, aftermath Dre, *** the Gats, show him where it's at The *** you staring at? Don't you remember me? Remember me? Remember me? Remember me?