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1|-0-5--6--3--3--2-2- Verse 1 Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, Iґve been protested and demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckinґ kid thatґs behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep as oceanґs explodin.ґ Tempers flaring from parents, just blow ґem off and keep goin.ґ / Not takinґ nothinґ from no one, give ґem hell long as Iґm breathin.ґ Keep kickinґ ass in the mornin,ґ anґ takinґ 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. Ainґt you mama, Iґma make you look so ridiculous now. Chorus 2X Iґm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight Iґm cleaninґ out my closet. Verse 2 I got some skeletons in my closet and I donґt know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / Iґma expose it. Iґll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellinґ 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 donґt on second thought, I just fuckinґ wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldnґt picture leavinґ her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and Iґd try / to make it work with her at least for Hailieґs sake. I maybe made some mistakes but Iґm only human. But Iґm 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 idґa killed ґem, shit I would have shot Kim anґ him both. Itґs my life, Iґd like to welcome yґall to The Eminem Show. Chorus 2X 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,ґ / But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessinґ your Mama poppinґ prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchinґ that someoneґs always goinґ throuh her purse and shits missin.ґ Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausenґs syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnґt ґtil I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesnґt it? Wasnґt 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 gettinґ older now and itґs cold when your lonely. Anґ Nathanґs gettingґ up so quick, heґs gonna know that your phoney. / And Hailieґs gettingґ so big now, you should see her, sheґs beautiful. But youґll never see her, she wonґt even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you wonґt admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellinґ yourself that you was a mom. / But how dare you try to take what you didnґt help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckinґ 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.