Cleaning out my closet

Wheres my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you go,yo yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked ryhmes Look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motha fuckin' kid thats behind
all this commotion Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin' Tempers flaring 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 evening Leav'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me but they never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now aint you mama I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Course (2x)
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 dont 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 sellin' cd
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
Cos he split I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No, I dont on second thought, I just fuckin' 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 try to make it work with her at least for Hailies 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 shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun Cuz I'da killed them, shit I woulda shot Kim an' 'em both This my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show

Course (2x)
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

Now I would never dis my own mama
just to get recognition
Take a second to listen who you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position just try to invision witnessin' yo mama poppin' perscription pills in da kitchen Bitchin' that someones always goin' through her purse and shit missin' Goin' through public housing system, victem of Munchausen's sydrome My whole life I was made to beleive 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 CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? Well guess what your gettin' older now and Its cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin up so quick He's gonna know that your phoney And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her shes beautiful But you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral! See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do ya song Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didnt 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

Cousre (4x)
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