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Verse1: Have u ever been discriminated against? I have, I`ve been prostested and demonstarted against./ Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin` kid that`s behind/ all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean`s explodin`. Tempers flaring 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 morning an` takin` names in the evening./ Leav`em with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth. See, they can trigger me now but they never figure me out./ Look at me now I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain`t u mama, I`ma make you so ridiculous now.¶¶Chorus-2x I`m sorry mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never ment to make you cry, but I`m cleanin` out my closet~~~~~~~¶¶Verse2: 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 yhou back to 73 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,/ cuz 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 leagin` 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 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 i`da killed `em, shit. I would have shot Kim an` him both. It`s my life, I`d like to welcome y`all to The Eminem Show~~~¶¶Chorus-2x¶¶Verse3: Now I would never dis 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` prescritpition pills in the kitchen,/ bitchin` that someone`s always going through her purse and shits missin. Goin through public housing syndrom, 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,/ 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, yer gettin` older now and it`s cold when you`re lonely. An Nathan`s growing up so quick, he`s gonna know that you`re phoney./ And Hailie`s getting so big now, you should see her she is so beautiful. But you`ll never se her, she won`t even be at your funeral./ See what hurts me the most is you won`t admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. keep tellin` yourself that you was a mom. But how dare you try take what you didnt` 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~~~~~¶¶Chorus-4x¶
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