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 as the mind of the motherfucking 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'

Leaving with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth

See they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out

Look at me now, I betcha probably sick of me now

Ain't you mama? I 'ma make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time

I said, "I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to 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'm a expose it, I'll take you back to '73

Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' 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 my goodbye

No I don't, on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leaving her side

Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd 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 would've shot Kim and them both

It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show

I'm sorry mama, I Never meant to hurt you

I Never meant to make you cry

But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time

I said, "I'm sorry mama, I Never meant to hurt you

I Never meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet, ha"

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition

Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'

But put yourself in my position, just try to envision

Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription 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's 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' older now and it's cold when yaw lonely

And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's going to know that you're phony

And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful

But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral

See what hurts me the most, is you won't admit you was wrong

Screw this 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 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!

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you

I Never meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time

I said, "I'm sorry mama, I Never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet"