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 motherfuckin´ 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 morning and takin´ names in the evenin´
Leave ´em with a taste as 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, 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

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 have had his panties up in a bunch
‘Cause 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´d 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 ´em 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´da killed him, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him 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 ´fore 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 shit´s missin´, goin´ through public housing systems
Victim of Münchausen´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 CD 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 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, 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