I never meant to make you cry, But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.Where's my Snare? I have no snare in my headphones. I never meant to make you cry, But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet. Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' 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 f*ckin' 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. See what hurts me the most is you wont admit you was wrong. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. And Halie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony.

My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't, Till 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 you gettin' older now when it's cold and your lonely. Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchaussen Syndrome. Witnessing your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, Bitchin, that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'. But put yourself in my position, just try to invision. Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'. Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition. I'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem Show. What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun, 'Cause I'da killed em, shit I would'a' shot kim and 'em both. I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only human, But I'm man enough to face 'em today. Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her, at least for Halie's sake. I look at Hayley, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. No I don't, on second thought I just f*ckin' wished he would die. My faggot father must had his panties up in a bunch, 'Cause he split. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple a months. I'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD. So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it. I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if noone knows it.

Aint you mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. Look at me now, I'll bet your probably sick of me now. See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out. Leave 'em with the taste of sourest vinegar in their mouth. Keep kicking ass in the mornin' and taking names in the evenin'. Not takin nothin' from noone give 'em hell as long as I'm breathin'. All this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin', Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow him off and keep goin'. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, Sick is the mind, of the motherf*ckin' kid thats behind. I've been protested and demonstrated against. Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have. Where's my Snare? I have no snare in my headphones.

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