where's my snare
I have no snare on my headphones
there yah 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 is the mind of the motha fuckin` kid that`s 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,` an` takin` names in the evening. Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.  See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. 
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now.  Ain`t you mama, I`ma make you look so ridiculous now. 
 
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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. 

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` 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, cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.  No, I don`t 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 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 shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. Cuz id`a killed `em, shit I would have shot Kim an` him both.  It`s my life, I`d like to welcome y`all to The Eminem Show. 

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Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. 
Take a second to listen for 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 shits missin. Going through public housing 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, yer gettin` older now and it`s cold when your lonely.  An` Nathan`s growing up so quick, he`s gonna know that your phoney. 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. 
Bitch, do ya 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. 
 
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