Where's my snare
I have no snare in 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 motherf**king kid that's behind
All this commotion
Emotions run deep as ocean's exploding
Tempers flaring from parents
Just blow 'em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one
Give 'em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning
And taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste
As sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me
But they'll never figure me out
Look at me now
I bet ya probably sick of me now
Ain't you momma
I'mma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don't know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'mma 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 have 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 f**king wished he would die
I look at Hailie
And I couldn't picture leaving 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'da killed him
Shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life
I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
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 momma
Just to get recognition
Take a second to listen
For who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position
Just try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping
Prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse
And shit's missing
Going through public housing systems
Victim of munchhausen'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 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 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
b***h 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 b***h
I hope you f**king 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 momma
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 momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet
