Songwriters: Bass, Jeffrey Irwin; Mathers, Marshall;Where's my snare?  I have no snare in my headphones  There ya' 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 is the mind of the  Motherfuckin' kid that's behind  All this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's 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 mornin',  An' 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 ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you Mama?  I'ma make you look so ridiculous now    I'm sorry Mama, 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 Mama", I never meant to hurt you  I never meant to make you cry  But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet, ha    I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it  So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it  I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to seventy three  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  '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 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 them bullets out of that gun  'Cause Id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both  It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'    I'm sorry Mama, 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 Mama", 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 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 someone's always goin'  Through her purse and shit's missin'  Goin' through public housin' systems  Victim of Münchhausen'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 ya' 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, your 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  (Ha ha)  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 Mama, 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 Mama", I never meant to hurt you  I never meant to make you cry  But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet      © 8 MILE STYLE MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by Burkul