Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit! See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrongīitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mumīut how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?īut guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonelyĪnd Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoneyĪnd Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautifulīut you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha* Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma? 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't Going through public housing systems, victim of munchhausen syndrome Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchenīitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's missing Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissingīut put yourself in my position, just try to envision Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbīut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gunĬause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both With her atleast for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakesīut I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today I look at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her sideĮven if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73īefore I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me nowĪin't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar in they mouth Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going Sick as the mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behindĪll this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times I have, I've been protested and demostrated against Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
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