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Verse 1

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, Ive been protested and demonstrated against

P icket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin kid thats behind

all this commotion. Emotions run deep as oceans explodin. Tempers flaring from parents, just blow em off and keep goin.

Not takin nothin from no one, give em hell long as Im 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. Aint you mama, Ima make you look so ridiculous now.

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Im sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight Im cleanin out my closet.

Verse 2

I got some skeletons in my closet and I dont know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it,

Ima expose it. Ill 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 dont on second thought, I just fuckin wished he would die.

look at Hailie and I couldnt picture leavin her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and Id try

to make it work with her at least for Hailies sake. I maybe made some mistakes but Im only human. But Im 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 ida killed em, shit I would have shot Kim an him both. Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to The Eminem Show.

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Verse 3

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 someones always goin throuh her purse and shits missin. Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausens syndrome.

My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya 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, yer gettin older now and its cold when your lonely. An Nathans getting up so quick, hes gonna know that your phoney.

And Hailies getting so big now, you should see her, shes beautiful. But youll 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 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.

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