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Intro:
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo
Verse #1
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated
against?
I have, I've been protested and
demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes,
look at the times
Sick of this mind, of the mother
fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run
deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just
blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one,
give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning,
and taking names in the evening
Leaving with the taste of sour
with viniger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll
never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly
sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look
so ridiculous now
Chorus x2
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
closet
One More Time
I said I am sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
closet
Ha!
Verse #2
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
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
'Cause 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 Hailey, and I couldn't
picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my
teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I
would've shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome
ya'll to the Eminem show
Chorus x2
Verse #3
Now I would never diss my own mama
just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who
you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position,
just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription
pills in the kitchen
bitching that someone's always
going through her purse when shit's
missing
Going through public housing systems,
victim of munchasen 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 a
CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the
way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older
now and it's cold when your lonely
And 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 wont
even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is
you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling
yourself that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take what
you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking
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
Chorus x2 |
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