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letra de remember me - eminem

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remember me?
(seven executions)
remember me?
(i have no remorse)

remember me?
(i’m ‘high powered’)
remember me?
(i drop bombs like hiroshima)

for this one it’s the x, you r-t-rded?
’cause i grab the mic and get down, like syndrome
hide and roam into the m-sses, without boundaries
which qualifies me for the term ‘universal’

without no rehearsal, i leak words that’s controvers’al
like i’m not the one you wanna contest, see
’cause i’ll hit yo’ -ss like the train did that b-tch
that got “banned from tv”

heavyweight hitter
hit you, watch your whole head split up
loco-is-the-motion, we comin’ th’ough
hollow tips is the lead the .45 threw

remember me?
(throw ya gunz in the air)
remember me?
(slam, slam)

remember me?
(n-gg- ‘bacdafucup’)
remember me?
(chka-chka-onyx)

n-gg-z that take no for an answer, get told no
yeah, i been told no, but it was more like, “no, no, no!”
life a b-tch, met her, f-ck you if you let her
better come better than better to be a compet-tor
this vet is ahead of the sh-t is all redder, you deader and deader
a medic instead-a the cheddars and credda

settle vendetta one 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 n-gg- ever, i told you
i get more p-ssy than them dyk- b-tches total
want beef, n-gg-? you better dead that sh-t
my name should be “can’t believe that nngga said dat sh-t”

probably sayin’, “he ain’t a killer”, but i’m killin’ myself
smoke death, f-ck b-tches raw on the kitchen floor
so think what i’m-a do to you, have done to you
got n-gg-z in my hood who’d do that sh-t for a blunt or two

what you wanna do, c-cksuckers? we glock-busters
’til the cops cuff us, we’ll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
’round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
i’m gettin’ wires, n-gg-z wantin’ me dead, wantin’ my head
you think it could be somethin’ i said?

remember me?
(i just don’t give a f-ck)
remember me?
(yeah, f-ck you too!)

remember me?
(i’m low down and i’m shifty)
remember me?
(i’m shady)

when i go out, i’m-a go out shootin’
i don’t mean when i die, i mean when i go out to da club, stupid
i’m tryin’ to clear up my f-ckin’ image, so i promised the f-ckin’ critics
i wouldn’t say, “f-ckin'” for six minutes

six minutes, slim shady, you’re on
my baby’s mom, b-tch 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 musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats

sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with m-16’s and ten clips each
and them sh-ts reach through six kids each
and slim gets blamed in bill clint’s speech to fix these streets?

f-ck that, you f-ggots can vanish to volcanic ash
and re-appear in h-ll with a can of gas and a match
aftermath, dre, grab the gat, show ’em where it’s at
what the f-ck you starin’ at, n-gg-?

don’t you remember me?
remember me?
remember me?
remember me?

- eminem

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