Where's my snare
I have no snare
On my headphones
there you go
Yeah!
yo! yo!
Have you
ever been hated
Or discriminated
against
I have
I've been protested
And demonstrated
against
Picket signs
for my wicked rhymes
Look at the times
sick as the mind
Of the mother fxx kid
that's behind
All 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'
Leaving with
a taste as sour
As vinegar
in their mouth
See they can
trigger me
But they'll never
figure me out
Look at me now
I betcha probley
Sick of me now
ain't you mama
I'ma make you look
so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mama
I never meant
To hurt you
I never meant
To 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 meant
to make you cry
But tonight
I'm cleanin' out
My closet
ha!
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
I'ma 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 coupla months
my fxx father must
Have had his panties
up in a bunch
'Cause he split
I wonder
If he even kissed
my goodbye
No I don't
on second thought
I just fxx wished
he would die
I look at hailie
and I couldn't picture
Leaving her side
even if I hated Kim
I'd grit my teeth
and I'd try to
Make it work
wit 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
out of that gun
Cause I'd of
killed 'em shit
I would have shot Kim
and them both
It's my life
I'd like to
Welcome ya'll
to the Eminem show
I'm sorry mama
I never meant
To hurt you
I never meant
To 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 meant
to make you cry
But tonight I'm
cleanin' out my closet
Now I would never diss
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 goin'
Through hear purse
and shit's missin'
Goin' through public
housin' systems
Victim of
munchausen's syndrome
My whole life
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 ya 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
ya gettin' older now
And it's cold
when your lonely
And Nathan's
growin' up so quick
He's going to know
that your phoney
And hailie's getting
so big now
You should see her
she's beautiful
But you'll
never see her
She won't even
be at your funeral
See what hurts me
the most
Is you won't admit
you was wrong
Bitch do ya song
keep tellin' yourself
That you was a mom
but how dare
You try to take
when you didn't
Help me to get
you selfish bitch
I hope you fxx burin
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!
I'm sorry mama
I never meant
to hurt you
I never meant
to 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 meant
To make you cry
but tonight
I'm cleanin' out
my closet~