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 fucking 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 em hell long as I'm breathing Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I betcha prolly 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 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 make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet And I dont 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 faggit father must've 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 fucking 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 try to make it work With her atleast 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'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him 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 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 make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha! Now I would never diss my own mama 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 mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing Going 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 getting older now and it's cold when your lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna 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 wont even be at your funeral *hahaha* See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong Bitch, do this 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 fucking 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 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 make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Ha!

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