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Where's my snare? |
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I have no snare on my headphones |
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There you go |
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Yeah |
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Yo yo |
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Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? |
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I have, I've been protested and demostrated against |
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Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times |
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Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind |
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All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding |
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Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going |
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Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing |
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Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening |
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Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth |
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See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out |
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Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now |
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Ain't you mama, 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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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One More Time |
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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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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Ha! |
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I got some skeletons in my closet |
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And I dont know if no one knows it |
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So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it |
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I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73 |
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Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling 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've had his panties up in a bunch |
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'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye |
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No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die |
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I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side |
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Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work |
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With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes |
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But I'm only human 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 I did was take the bullets outta that gun |
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Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both |
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It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show |
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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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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One More Time |
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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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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Ha! |
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Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition |
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Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing |
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But put yourself in my position, just try to envision |
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Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen |
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Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing |
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Going through public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome |
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My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't |
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'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? |
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Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma? |
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So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma? |
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But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely |
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And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney |
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And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful |
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But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha* |
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See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong |
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Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum |
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But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get |
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You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit! |
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Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? |
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Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be |
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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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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One More Time |
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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 make you cry |
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But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet |
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Ha! |
