Intro:
Where`s my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There 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 mothafuckin` 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`
Leave them 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 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 meant 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 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 fuckin` 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 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 `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 to welcome ya`ll to The Eminem show
Chorus (2x)
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 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 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 great 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 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 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!!
Chorus (2x)
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