Lyrics My Mom - Eminem

My Mom

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Okay… Aight aight aight aight aight aight
Yo yo… Alright I’ma lay the chorus first…
Here we go now!
My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I am, like I am, 'cause I’m like her!
Because My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I’m on, what I’m on, 'cause I’m My Mom!
My Mom, My Mom, I know you’re probably tired
of hearing 'bout My Mom, oohoh-Woohoh
But this is just a story of when I was just a shorty and how I became hooked on va-al-ium
Valium was in everything, food that I ate
The water that I drank, fuckin’peas on my plate
She sprinkled just enough of it, to season my steak
So everyday I’d have at least 3 stomach aches
Now tell me, what kinda mother would wanna see her
Son grow up to be an under-a-fucking-chiever
My teacher didn’t think I was gonna be nothing either
What the fuck you stickin’gum up under the fucking seat for?
Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether
Either that or the motherfucker’s been puffin’reefer
But all this huffin’and puffin’wasn’t what it was either
It was neither, I was buzzin’but it wasn’t what she thought
Pee in a teacup?
Bitch you ain’t my keeper, I’m sleepin'
What the fuck you keep on fuckin’with me for
Slut, you need to leave me the, fuck alone I ain’t playin'
Go find you a white crayon, and colour a fuckin’zebra
My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I am, like I am, 'cause I’m like her!
Because My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I’m on, what I’m on, 'cause I’m My Mom!
Wait a minute, this ain’t dinner this is paint thinner
You ate it yesterday, I ain’t hear no complaints did I?
Now here’s a plate full of painkillers
now just wait til I crush the valium and put it in your potatoes
you little motherfucker!
I’ll make you sit there and make that retarded
fuckin’face
Without even tastin’it, you better lick the fuckin’plate, you ain’t wastin’it
Put your face in it, 'for I throw you in the basement again
And I ain’t giving in, you gonna just sit there in one fuckin’place
Spinnin''til next thanks giving and if you still ain’t finished it
I’ll use the same shit again, then when i make spinach dip
It’ll be placed in the shit, you little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent
A rack fell and hit me in K-mart, and they witnessed it Child support, your father he ain’t sent the shit
And so what if he did, it’s none of your dang business kid!
My Mom, there’s no one else quite like My Mom
I know I should let bygons be bygons
But she’s the reason why I am high what I’m high on, cause
My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I am, like I am, 'cause I’m like her!
Because My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I’m on, what I’m on, 'cause I’m My Mom!
My Mom love valium, now all I am is a party animal
I am what I am, But I’m strong to the finish, with my valium spinach
But my buzz only last about 2 minutes!
But I don’t wanna swallow it without chewing it I can’t even write a rhyme without you in it, my valium
My vaaaaaaaaliuuuuummmmmmmm oooohhhhhh
Man I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict, Naah, fuck that, I can’t have it happen to me But that’s actually, what has ended up happening
A tragedy, a fuckin’pass ended up catching me, and it’s
Probably where i got aquanted with the taste ain’t it Pharmecuticals are the bomb maa', I’m beautiful
She killed the fuckin’dog, with the medicine she done fed it Feed it a fuckin’asprin and say that it has a headache
Here, want a snack, you hungry you fuckin’brat
Look at that, it’s a Xanax, take it and take a nap
Eat it, But I don’t need, well fuck it then, break it up Take a little peice and beat it before you wake Nathan up Alright Maa', you win, I don’t feel like arguin'
I’ll do it, pop and gobble it, and start wobblin'
Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed
With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head
My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I am, like I am, 'cause I’m like her!
Because My Mom love valium, and lot’s of drugs
That’s why I’m on, what I’m on, 'cause I’m My Mom!
My Mom, I’m just like her
My Mom, My Mom, My Mom… My Mom, My Mom, My Mom… My Mom, My Mom, My Mom.
My Mom, My Momma
My Mommy, I’m like my momma…
Sorry Mom!
I still love ya though!
*Kiss*
Dr. Dre 2010, and this shit is hella hard homie, now take us on outta here.