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 as the mind 
 Of the [bad word] kid that's behind 
 all [bad word] emotions  [bad word] deep as ocean's explodin 
 Temper's flarin from parents 
 Just blow 'em off and keep goin 
 Not takin nothin from no one 
 Give 'em [bad word] long as I'm breathin 
 Keep kickin [bad word] in the mornin 
 And takin names in the evenin 
 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 momma? 
 I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Ha! 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 [bad word] father must have had 
 His panties up in a bunch 
 cause he split, I wonder 
 If he even kissed me goodbye 
 No I don't on second thought 
 I just [bad word] 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 [bad word] I did was 
 Take the bullets outta that gun 
 Cuz I'da killed him [bad word] 
 I woulda shot Kim and them both 
 It's my life, I'd like to 
 [bad word] y'all to "The Eminem Show"

Now I would never diss my own momma 
 Just to get recognition 
 Take a second to listen 
 For who you think this record is dissin 
 But put yourself in my position 
 Just try to envision 
 witnessin your momma poppin 
 Prescription pills in the kitchen 
 [bad word] that someone's always 
 Goin through her purse and [bad word] s missin 
 Goin through public housin 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? You're gettin older now 
 And it's cold when your lonely 
 And Nathan's growin up so quick 
 He's gonna know that your phony 
 And Hailie's gettin 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 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 I hope you [bad word] burn in [bad word] for this [bad word] 
 Remember when Ronnie died 
 And you said you wished it was me? 
 Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be!