Intro: Where's my snare? I have no snare on my headphones you go Yeah Yo yo
Verse 1 Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demostrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind, of the mothain' kid that's behind this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', and takin' names in the evenin' Leave them with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
Chorus (2x) I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet
One More Time
I said, I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never make you cry But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet Ha!
Verse 2 I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it Imma expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't, on second thought I just in' wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I try to make work With her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face 'em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like welcome ya'll to The Eminem show
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Verse 3 Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen Syndrome My whole I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, MA? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, MA? But guess what, your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha* See what hurts me the most, is won´t admit you was wrong Bitch, do ya song, keep tellin' that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!!