Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo

Have you eva 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 fuckin' 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 'em with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigga me, but they'll neva 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

Chorus:

I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet

One More Time

I said
I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet
Ha!

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 eva had a multi-platinum sellin' CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a coupla months
My faggot 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 fuckin' wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I try to make it work
Wit 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'd of killed 'em, shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

Repeat Chorus

Now I would neva diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen before you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin' your mama poppin' preion pills in the kitchen
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen 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, ya gettin' olda now and it's cold when ya lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that ya phony
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll neva 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 ya song, keep tellin' yaself 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!!