Where's my snare I have no snare in my headphones 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 Exploding, tempers flaring from parents that's blown Them off and keep going, not taking nothing from no one Give them hell long as I'm breathing, keep kicking ass in the morning And taking names in the evening, leave them with the taste Of sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me But they'll never figure me out, look at me now I bet you're 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 cleaning out my closet I said I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet 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'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 As he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die I look at Haley, 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 with her At least for Haley's sake, I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face him today 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'd've killed him 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 momma, I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet I said I'm sorry momma, I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition Take a second to listen before you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position Just try to envision witnessin' Your momma poppin' prescription pills in your kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through a person Shit's missin', goin' through public housing systems Victim of Munchausen Syndrome 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 acid eat for me? Ma! So you could try to justify the way you treated me? Ma! But guess what? You're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony And Haley's gettin' 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 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 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 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 One more time I said I'm sorry, mama I never meant to make you cry But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet *