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 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 mornin’, an’ takin’ names in the evening, 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… [Chorus] 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… 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 ’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 pantie’s 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 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, 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… [Chorus] Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who 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 shits missin’, going through public housing 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, 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 your lonely, and Nathan’s growing up so quick, he’s gonna know that your phoney, and Hailie’s getting so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful, but 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 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… [Chorus] Prevod na srpski Raščišćavam svoj ormar Gde mi je bas, u mojim slušalicama nema bubnjeva, eto ti sad, da, hej, hej… Da li te je ikad neko mrzeo ili diskriminisao, mene jeste, protiv mene su protestvovali i demonstrirali, nosili transparente protiv mojih nemoralnih rima, vidi kakva su to vremena, bolestan je um je*enog klinca koji je iza toga, sva ova strka, emocije snažne kao okean kad eksplodira, razbuktala plahovitost roditelja, samo ih otkačim i nastavim, nikoga ne šljivim, dok sam živ priređujem im pakao, ujutru ih razbijam uveče pravim spisak ostavljam ih sa ukusom u ustima kiselim kao sirće, vidiš u stanju su da me izazovu ali nikada me shvatiti neće, pogledaj me sad, kladim se da ti je sad muka od mene, zar nije tako mama, sad ću da te ismevam… [Refren] Žao mi je mama, nisam hteo da te povredim, nisam hteo da te rasplačem, ali večeras ja svoj ormar raščišćavam,{još jednom}, Rekoh da mi je žao mama, nisam hteo da te povredim, nisam hteo da te rasplačem, ali večeras ja svoj ormar raščišćavam… Imam prljavog veša i ne znam da li to iko zna, tako da, pre nego što me u moj kovčeg bace i zatvore, ja ću to da obelodanim, vratiću vas u ’73, pre nego što sam imao višestruko platinasti CD, bio sam beba, možda samo par meseci star, moj pederski otac mora da je zbog neke sitnice poludeo, jer je šmugnuo, pitam se da li me bar na rastanku poljubio, kad bolje razmislim, ne pitam se, samo želim da rikne, pogledam Hejli i ja ne bih mogao ni zamisliti da je napustim, čak sam i mrzeo Kim, stisnem zube i trudim se da uspem sa njom, bar zbog Hejli, možda sam napravio neke greške ali ja sam samo ljudsko biće, ali ja sam muško pa se sa njima danas suočavam, ono što sam uradio bilo je glupo, nema sumnje bio sam budala, ali najpametnije sranje koje sam napravio je što sam one metke iz tog pištolja izvadio, zato što bi ih inače pobio, sranje, bio bih pucao i u Kim i u njega, to je moj život, želim vam svima dobrodošlicu u Eminem šou…. [Refren] E sad, ja nikad ne bih sopstvenu mamu vređao samo da bih dobio priznanje, poslušaj na trenutak i razmisli po kome ova stvar pljuje, ali stavi se u moju poziciju, samo probaj da zamisliš da si video svoju mamu u kuhinji kako krka tablete na recept, pi*di da joj neko uvek pretura po torbi i da joj nedostaju neka sranja, prolaziš kroz sistem javnog stanovanja, žrtva Minhauzenovog sindroma, čitav su me život ubeđivali da sam bolestan a nisam bio, dok nisam odrastao, sada sam eksplodirao, od toga ti je mučno u stomaku, zar ne, zar nisi zato napravila taj CD za mene, mama, da bi probala da opravdaš to kako si me tretirala, mama, ali, znaš šta, sada stariš a hladno je kad si usamljen, a Nejtan tako brzo raste, on će shvatiti da si pretvorna, a Hejli je već toliko narasla, trebala bi je videti, prelepa je ali ti je nikad videti nećeš, neće ti ni na sahranu doći, vidiš, ono što me najviše boli je to što nećeš da priznaš da si pogrešila, ku*ko, pevaj ti svoju pesmu, i dalje govori sebi da si bila mama, ali kako se usuđuješ da pokušaš da mi oduzmeš ono što mi nisi pomogla da steknem, ti ku*ko sebična, nadam se da ćeš goreti u je*enom paklu zbog ovog sranja, sećaš se kad je Roni umro kako si rekla da bi volela da sam to bio ja, e pa znaš šta, ja sam mrtav, za tebe ne mogu biti mrtviji… [Refren]