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you ever been hated |
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or discriminated against? |
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I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. |
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Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. |
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Look at the times. Sick is the mind |
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of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind |
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all this commotion. Emotions run deep |
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as ocean's explodin.' |
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Tempers flaring from parents, |
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just blow 'em off and keep goin.' |
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Not takin' nothin' from no one, |
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give 'em hell long as I'm breathin. |
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Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,' |
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an' takin' names in the evening. |
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Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. |
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See, they can trigger me |
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but they never figure me out. |
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Look at me now, |
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I bet ya probably sick of me now. |
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Ain't you mama, |
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I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, but tonight |
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I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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I got some skeletons in my closet |
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and I don't know if no one knows it. |
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So before they thrown |
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me inside my coffin and close it, |
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I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to |
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73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. |
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I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. |
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My faggot father must have |
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had his panties up in a bunch, |
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cuz he split. |
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I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. |
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No, I don't on second thought, |
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I just fuckin' wished he would die. |
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I look at Hailie |
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and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. |
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Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try |
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to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. |
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I maybe made some mistakes |
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but I'm only human. |
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But I'm man enough to face them today. |
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/What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb |
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but the smartest shit |
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I did was take them bullets out of that gun. |
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Cuz id'a killed 'em, |
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shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. |
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It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show. |
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Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. |
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Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,' |
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But put yourself in my position. |
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ust try to envision witnessin' your |
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Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, |
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bitchin' that someone's always g |
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oin' thro |
