Eminem - Remember Me? (Featuring RBX & Sticky Fingaz) [The Marshall Mathers LP] Chords

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Remember me, seven executions Remember me, I have no tomorrow
Remember me, I'm I Remember me, I'm the force, like Hiroshima
For _ _ _ _ [G] a death war, they scream [N] X You'll be torn in, course I grab a mic and get down
Down like syndrome, hiding roaming through the masses
Without boundaries would [Eb] qualify me for the [N] term universe
Without no rehearsal, Hollywood's is controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest me
Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that [Bb] bitch that got banned from [G] BB
[N] Heavy weight, you know, you got your whole head sped up
Local is the motion, we coming through
Hollow tips is the lead, the 45 through
Remember me, do your good for now Remember me, slam now
Remember me, nigga back up Remember me, back up
Niggas got you no full answer, get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it's more like no, no, no
Life a bitch, matter, fuck you [Gm] if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This better's a header, this [N] shit is a redder
You get her, you get her, I met her in Steader
The cheddar's increda, Steader, Vendetta
We'll met over Redder from ghetto to ghetto
Ever ditch, no, never leave a [Eb] shredder
I got the soul of every rapper in me
[Gm] Love me or hate me, but my's got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get my pussies in them tights, but just told you
[N] One beat, nigga, better than that shit
My name's Jabeed, can't believe that nigga said that shit
Probably say he ain't a killer, but I'm killing myself
[C] Smoke that fuck, just roll on and catch a flow
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood to do that shit for a blunder to
What you wanna do?
Clock suckers, we grind [Gm] busters
Till the clock choppers gon' start ruckus
And drop blockbusters [N] round the clock hustlers
You cannot touch us, I'm getting wired
Niggas wanting me dead, wanting my head
You think it could be something I said? _ _ _
Remember me?
I just don't give a fuck Remember me?
Yeah, fuck you too Remember me?
Hello _ _ _ there
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 my fucking image
So I promised the fucking critics I wouldn't say fucking for six minutes
Six minutes, let him say the Iran
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Haley on
I may be wrong, I keep thinking these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with that crazy mom
Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?
Came home and somebody must've broken the [G] back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams, the picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, them sixteens
And ten flip seats, and them shit tweets
Two six kids each, and [N] Slim gets blamed
And Bill Clinton's speech, fix these streets Fuck that
You faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas
And a match, aftermath
Drake, grab your gas, soon we'll be set
I'm a fucking star now, nigga
Don't you remember me? _
Remember me?
_ Remember me?