[Intro]
Am  E  Am             E
          Where's my snare?
F  E Am
        I have no snare in my headphones
Am              E Am E
  There you go,         yeah
F  E    Am
 yo, yo
 
[Verse 1]
         Am                      E
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
       Am                        E
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
       F                           E
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
            Am
Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind
             Am                          E
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin'
        Am                                  E
Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'
           F                             E
Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'
             Am
Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin'
                   Am                     E
Leave 'em with the taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
              Am                            E
See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
           F                         E
Look at me now! I bet you're prob'ly sick of me now
             Am                                   E
Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now!
 
 
[Chorus]
           Am   E
I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)
  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am          E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Ha!) 
 
 
[Verse 2]
            Am
I got some skeletons in my closet
    E
And I don't know if no one knows it
      Am                           E
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
       F                               E
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
          Am
Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD
        Am                       E
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
          Am                              E
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
          F                           E
‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
      Am
No, I don't, on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die
          Am                              E
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
         Am                      E
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try
                F                              E
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
 
I maybe made some mistakes
              Am
But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face 'em today
Am                          E
  What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
                  Am                              E
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun
            F                           E
‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both
         Am
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show
 
 
[Chorus]
           Am   E
I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)
  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am      E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet    (uh) 
 
 
[Verse 3]
                   Am                        E
Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
       Am                                    E
Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'
            F                         E
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
            Am
Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
               Am                                E
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'
              Am                                 E
Goin' through public housing systems victim of Münchausen's Syndrome
         F                                E
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
            Am
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
      Am                            E
Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?
             Am                         E
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?
          F                                        E
But guess what, you're gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely
              Am
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony
              Am                            E
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
           Am                           E
But you'll never see her-she won't even be at your funeral (ha-ha!)
          F                                E
See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
               Am
Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom!
        Am                                   E
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?!
            Am                                 E
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit!
          F                                E
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
            Am
Well, guess what, I am dead-dead to you as can be!
 
 
[Chorus]
           Am   E
I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)
  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama
                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you
                 F
I never meant to make you cry
      E                         Am          E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet 
 
[Outro]
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