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Remember Me? (Remix) w/ Bonus Tewsly Verse
- //Hook (0:23)
- Remember me? (I'm from the underground)
- Remember me? (Starter pistol)
- Remember me? (Free throw from Shaq)
- Remember me? (Six two four)
- //Verse 1 (0:38)
- Do you faggots remember me or y'all got Alzheimer's?
- These ain't songs, I'm just acting as a transcriber
- For every bit of evil, it ain't no satire
- I'm the bad side's admirer like Quagmire's advisor
- I smack liars who lack ire, attack cyphers
- The track's fire, your raps are tired and backfire
- Because that transforms into fuel for when it transpires
- And I act vile and do it with a plastic smile
- That I stapled to my face because everyone likes to say
- I should grin more, it helps keep the bad thoughts away
- And by the way, mayn, that advice is gay
- You faggots must be crazed to try and contain Nick's Shade
- //Hook (1:11)
- Remember me? (Your words don't sting)
- Remember me? (Have a nice day)
- Remember me? (I'll swat this fly)
- Remember me? (Sue me, faggot)
- //Verse 2 (1:20)
- This hick way of living my life is sick, eh?
- Click, click, bang, like Em said on that Trick Trick thang
- Dig this shit, "Hey! I'm gonna kick this cane
- Away from this crippled eighty year old with AIDS
- And break his leg like chick chick, snap"
- When I snap, sometimes it do be like that
- My vision goes black, I go right to combat
- Slap a fag and throw his ass in an acid vat
- That's what he gets for being fat with an F
- Instead of P H, so he gets thrown in a Ph level of one less
- Than two, from there it's just basic mathematics
- What isn't basic is these lyrical fuckin' acrobatics
- I'm problematic because I say fucked up epigrammatic
- Extragalactic lyrics attacking melodramatics
- To me these fuckin' jackwagons are telemecanique
- Because by this point, it's become evident that they
- Remember me, but wait, this ain't the chorus
- I'm buildin' suspense keeping you retards waiting for it
- 'Cause I know how to get you to eat up these CDs like porridge
- I cross more lines than cars do a fuckin' drawbridge
- These bars dig deep into your skin until they hit your shin
- Through your tin foil hat on top of your shit filled
- Head, wait, why has everyone left?
- What the fuck, was it something I said?
- //Hook (2:24)
- Remember me? (It's personal)
- Remember me? (What you know?)
- Remember me? (Mister Mason)
- Remember me? (Aight, listen up)
- //Verse 3 (2:36)
- I'm sick and tired of these cynical fuckin' critics
- Sayin' my goddamn lyrics are too explicit, they're livid
- My shiddit's too wicked, so on that simple fucking premise
- I promised these fucking idiots I wouldn't say fuckin' for six minutes
- (Six minutes, Nick Shady, you're on)
- Hiroshima how I drop fucking lyrical bombs
- Oh, shit, I just said the word, I gotta do it again like Nagasaki
- No, fuck the media and all you carbon copies
- Coming out the woodwork, I never thought that it could work
- If all you SoundCloud clowns didn't put out any good works
- That you could ever make a career that would work
- In reality, there's no fucking way that it should work
- I'll slit your throat like Stan Mitchell does his wrists
- You can have the gift of this bird flipped
- Shit, how about you eat this fuckin' fist sandwich?
- Here, take a bandage for your wounded soul, you ass kiss
- All my friends are snakes in the garden, so pardon
- If I come off harsh when I'm talkin', holdin' a shotgun
- So when the next faggot says I'm a mark, then
- I blast and bake him into chili like I'm Eric Cartman, do you
- //Hook (3:29)
- Remember me?
- Remember me?
- Remember me?
- Remember me?
- //Bonus Verse by Tewsly
- Remember me, I gave you the memories
- The money and the members, I timber over
- A timeline, game over, this is a headline dummy
- I’m running over your head, like it’s over your hairline
- I burn you in time, I’m working overtime, I go over mine
- And slang you overnight, Overhills and Beverly Hills,
- Aren’t alike, so I run through the foothills cause I booked this hill
- So I call this an overkill, so over spilt so I over spill the things I thrill
- So I caught another pill, so many pills I ate, I felt sick cause this stomach ache
- Ain’t a bug in the sys stem, so I sit them aside to bake the inside, mockin’ sakes
- For fuck sakes, I sale over the errors, cause I insert a side hustle that’s to much to take
- I faked you? Nah fuck you, I made mistakes, but I misplaced, how you hushed your partale intake
- So I made you to spilt you in two, I miss placed my headspace, I’m running outta head to take in
- I need more space, but you can’t reincarnate two blues without a head packed within, in case
- You don’t know what it takes to build this two storied house, I too, need to figure out a caseload
- Of money, so more money can take my problems away, I feel worried, to bury a g away, case of beers
- In a 6 pack brief case, imma grief in peace, cause I promise you, It dont go in ways you thought of
- So remember me! Remember Me! REMEMBER ME!
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