| Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
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| I have: I’ve been protested and demonstrated against
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| Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
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| Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that’s behind
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| All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans
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| Explodin', tempers flarin' from parents
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| Just blow 'em off and keep goin'
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| Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I’m breathin'
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| Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin'
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| I look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leaving her side
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| Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d try
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| To make it work with her at least for
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| Hailie’s sake I maybe made some mistakes
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| But I’m only human, but I’m man enough to face them today
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| What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
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| But the smartest shit I did was take them bullets outta that gun
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| 'Cause I’da killed him;
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| shit I would’ve shot Kim and him both It’s my life,
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| I’d like to welcome y’all to «The Eminem Show»
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| Has no one told you she’s not breathing?
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| Hello,
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| I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
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| Hello
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| Ha!
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| I got some skeletons in my closet
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| And I don’t know if no one knows it
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| So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
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| I’mma expose it; |
| I’ll take you back to '73
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| Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
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| I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
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| My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
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| 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
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| No I don’t.
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| On second thought I just fucking wished he would die Doesn’t it?
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| Wasn’t it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
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| So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
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| But guess what?
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| You’re getting older now and it’s cold when you’re lonely
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| And Nathan’s growing up so quick he’s gonna know that you’re phony
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| And Hailie’s getting so big now; |
| you should see her, she’s beautiful
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| But you’ll never see her — she won’t even be at your funeral!
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| See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
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| Bitch do your song — keep telling yourself that you was a mom!
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| Has no one told you she’s not breathing?
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| Hello,
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| I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
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| Hello
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| Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
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| Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissing
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| But put yourself in my position; |
| just try to envision
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| Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
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| Bitching that someone’s always going
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| through her purse and shit’s missing
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| Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen’s Syndrome
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| My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t
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| 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
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| Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
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| See they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me out
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| Look at me now; |
| I bet ya probably sick of me now ain’t you mama?
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| I’mma make you look so ridiculous now
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| But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get
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| You selfish bitch; |
| I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit
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| Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
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| Well guess what, I am dead — dead to you as can be!
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| Has no one told you she’s not breathing?
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| Hello,
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| I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
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| HelloO |