Where's my snare?
I have no snare
in my headphones
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 of the mind
of the motha-f**kin
kid that's behind
All this commotion
Emotions run deep as
ocean's explodin
Tempers flaring from
parents, just blow 'em
off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from
no one, give hell
long as I'm breathin
Kickin ass in
the mornin an' takin
names in the evening
Leave em with the taste
of sour of vinegar
in their mouth
See, they can
trigger me
but they never
figure me out
Look at me now
I bet ya probably
sick of me now
Ain't you mama
I'm gonna make
you look
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
I got some skeletons
in my closet and
I don't know if
anyone knows it
So before they throw
me inside my coffin
and close it
I'm-a expose it
I'll take you back to
seventy-three
Before I ever had a
multi-platinum
sellin' CD
I was a baby
or maybe just
a couple of months
My faggot father must
have had his panties
up in a bunch
'Cos he split
I wonder if he even
kissed me goodbye
No, I don't on
second thoughts
I f**kin wished
he would die
I look at Hailie
I couldn't picture
leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim
I grit my teeth and
I'd try to make it 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
them today
What I did was stupid
No doubt it was dumb
but the smartest shit
I did was take them
bullets out of that gun
'Cos I woulda killed 'em
I would have shot
Kim an' 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
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 never dis my
own mama just to
get recognition. Take a
second to listen who
you think this record is
dissin
But put yourself in
my position
And try to envision witnessin
your own Mama poppin
prescription pills in the kitchen
bitchin that someone's
always goin' through her
purse and shits missin
Going through public
housing 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 justify
the way you
treated me, Ma?
But guess what
Yer gettin' older now
It's cold when
you're lonely
And Nathan's growin up
so quick he's gonna
know that you're
phoney
And Hailie's getting
so big now,
you should see her
she's beautiful
But guess what
you'll never see her
She won't be
at your funeral
See what hurts me the
most is that you won't
admit you was wrong
bitch, do the song
And keep tellin' yourself
you're a mom
But how dare you try
to take what you
didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch
I hope you burn in
fu**in hell for
this shit
Remember when Ronnie
died 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