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You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney. 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. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. 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. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin, But put yourself in my position. Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. 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 look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, cuz he split. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it. I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. 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. Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind all this commotion. Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against.