Where`s my snare?
I have no snare in 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 motherf**kin` kid that`s behind

All this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean`s 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`

Leave `em 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 bet ya probably sick of me now, ain`t you momma?
I`ma make you look so ridiculous now

I`m sorry momma
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 momma
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 thrown 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 sellin` C.D.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My fa**ot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
`Coz he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye

No, I don`t on second thought, I just f**kin` wished he would die
I look at Hailie and I couldn`t picture leavin` her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I`d try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie`s sake
I maybe made some mistakes but I`m only human
But I`m man enough to face them today

What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest s**t I did was take the bullets outta that gun
`Cuz I`da killed him, s**t I woulda 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 cleanin` out my closet, one more time

I said, I`m sorry momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I`m cleanin` out my closet

Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin`
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
Witnessin` your momma poppin` prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin` that someone`s always goin` through her purse and s**t`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 your stomach

Doesn`t it? Wasn`t it the reason you made that C.D. 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 Hailie`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 f**kin` burn in hell for this s**t
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 momma
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 momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I`m cleanin` out my closet