Where's
my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones.
There you go. Yeah.
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
motherfuckin' kid that's behind
All this commotion,
emotions run deep as oceans
Exploding, tempers flaring from parents
Just blow em off and keep going,
not taking nothing from no one
Give them hell long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin'
And takin' names in the evenin'
Leave em' with the taste
of sourest vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me
But they'll never figure me out
Look at me now
I bet you're probably 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
I said I'm sorry mama,
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
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 selling CD
I was a baby,
maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father
must've had his panties up in a bunch
As he split, I wonder if he
even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, second thought
I just fuckin' wish he would die
I look at Haley,
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 with her
At least for Haley's sake,
I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human,
but I'm man enough to face him 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 have killed him,
shit I would have shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome
y 'all 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 cleaning 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 cleaning out my closet
Now I would never diss my own mama
just to get recognition
Take a second to listen,
fool you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position,
just try to envision
Witnessin' your mama poppin'
prescription pills in your kitchen
Bitchin' that someone's always
goin' through a person
Some shit's missing,
going through public housing systems
Victim of Munchausen Syndrome
My whole life I was made to
believe I was sick
When I wasn't, till 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, you're getting older now
And it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick
He's gonna know that you're phony
And Hayley'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 your song,
keep telling yourself
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 fuckin' 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
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
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