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 of this mind, of the mother f**king 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 a** in the morning, and taking names in the evening

Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger 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

Chorus x2

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'm sorry mama

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant make you cry

But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

Ha!

Verse #2

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 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 f**king wished he would die

I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side

Even if I hated Kim, I grin 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 sh*t I did was take the bullets outta that gun

Cause I'd of killed em, sh*t I would've shot Kim and them both

It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

Chorus x2

Verse #3

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 invision

Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen

bitching that someone's always going through her purse when sh*t's missing

Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen 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 a 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

B**ch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum

But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get

You selfish b**ch, I hope you f**king burn in hell for this sh*t!

Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?

Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be