wheres my snare?
i have no snare in my headphones,
here you go, yeah, yo, yo
[verse 1]
have you ever been hated, yo 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 thats behind
all this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin
take this flamer from parents just blow him off and keep goin
not takin nothin from noone give him hell as long as i'm breathin
be kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
leave em with the taste of sour of vinagure in their mouth
see they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
look at me now, i'll bet your probably sick of me now
aint you mama i'ma make you look so ridiculous now
[Chorus]
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
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 cleaning out my closet
[Verse 2]
i've got some skeletons in my closet and i dont know if no ones know 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-platnium selling CD
i was a baby, maybe i was just a couple a months
my fagot father must had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, i wondered if he even kissed me good-bye
no i dont, on second thought i just fuckin wish he'd would die
i look at halie and i couldnt picture leavin her side
even if i hated kim
i grit my teeth and i try to make it work
with her at least for halie'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
cuz i'da killed em, shit i woulda shot kim and em both, its my life
i'd like to welcome yall to the eminem show
[Chorus]
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
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 cleaning out my closet
[verse 3]
now i would never diss 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 in vision
witnessing your mama poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
bitchin, that someones always going through her personal shits missing
going through public housing systems victim of ? child syndrome
my whole life i was made to believe i was sick when i wasnt
till i grew up, now i blew up, it makes you
sick to your stomach, doesnt it
wasnt 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 gettin older now when its cold when your lonely
and nathan's growing up so quick, hes gonna know that your phony
and halies getting so big now, you just 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 wont 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 didnt help me to get
you selfish bitch i hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
remember when Roney died and you said you'd wish it was me
well guess what, i am dead, dead to you as can be
[Chorus]
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
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 cleaning out my closet
