dreamer

quicksilver_mercury files
2002-08-20 15:34:38 (UTC)

lyrics to eminem

hey this is ma song 4 da moment!!!


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 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 mornin,' an' takin'
names in the evening. /
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See,
they can trigger me but they 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 2X
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.

Verse 2
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 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 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.
/ Cuz id'a 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

Verse 3
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' prescription pills in the
kitchen,
/ bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh 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, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when
your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' 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 ya 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 4X




Ad: