Lyrics:

Intro:

Where's my snare

I have no snare on my headphones

There you go

Yeah

Yo yo



Have you eva 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 as the mind of the motherfucking kid thats behind

All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans 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', and takin' names in the evenin'

Leaving with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth

See they can trigga me, but they'll neva figure me out

Look at me now, I betcha probley sick of me now

Ain't you mama, I 'ma make you look so ridiculous now



Chorus:



I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

I neva meant to make you cry

But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet



One more time



I said

I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

I neva 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 throw me inside my coffin and close it

I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73

Before I eva had a multi-platinum sellin' CD

I was a baby maybe I was just a coupla months

My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch

'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed my goodbye

No I don't, on second thought I just fuckin' wished he would die

I look at hailie and I couldnt picture leaving her side,

Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work

Wit 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 the bullets outta that gun

Cause I'd of killed 'em shit I woulda shot Kim and them both

It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show



Chorus:



I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

I neva meant to make you cry

But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet



One more time



I said I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

I neva meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet



Now I would neva diss my own mama just to get recognition

Take a second to listen 'fore 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 hear purse and shit's missin'

Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Munchausen'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, doesnt 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, ya gettin' olda now and it's cold when yaw lonely

And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's going to know that yaw phony

And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful

But you'll neva see her, she won't even be at your FUNERAL

See whets hurts me the most, is you won't admit you was wrong

Screw this song, keep tellin' yaself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take when you didnt help me to get,

you selfish bitch

I hope you fuckin' burin 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:



I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet



One more time



I said I'm sorry mama

I neva meant to hurt you

I neva meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet