Lyrics:

[Intro]Where's my snare?I have no snare in my headphones - there you goYeah.. yo, yo[Eminem]Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?I have; I've been protested and demonstrated againstPicket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the timesSick as the mind of the motherf**kin kid that's behindall this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodinTempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goinNot takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathinKeep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the eveninLeave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouthSee they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me outLook at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?I'ma make you look so ridiculous now[Chorus: Eminem]I'm sorry momma!I never meant to hurt you!I never meant to make you cry; but tonightI'm cleanin out my closet (one more time)I said I'm sorry momma!I never meant to hurt you!I never meant to make you cry; but tonightI'm cleanin out my closet[Eminem]Ha! I got some skeletons in my closetand I don't know if no one knows itSo before they thrown me inside my coffin and close itI'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CDI was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of monthsMy faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch[Cleaning Out My Closet lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbyeNo I don't on second thought I just f**kin wished he would dieI look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her sideEven if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd tryto make it work with her at least for Hailie's sakeI maybe made some mistakesbut I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them todayWhat I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun'cause I'd have killed them; shit I would have shot Kim and them bothIt's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'[Chorus][Eminem]Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognitionTake a second to listen for who you think this record is dissinBut put yourself in my position; just try to envisionwitnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchenBitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missinGoin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's SyndromeMy 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 stomachdoesn'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? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonelyAnd Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phonyAnd Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautifulBut you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral!See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrongBitch 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 getYou selfish bitch; I hope you f**kin burn in hell for this shitRemember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be![Chorus] - repeat 2X