Where's my snare
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I have no snare
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on my headphones
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There you go
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Yeah
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Yo yo
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Have you ever been hated
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or discriminated against
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I have I've been protested
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and demostrated against
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Picket signs for
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my wickid rhymes
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look at the times
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Sick as the mind of
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the mother fucking kid
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that's behind
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All this commotion
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emotions run deep
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as oceans exploding
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Tempers flaring from parents
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just blow em off
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and keep going
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Not taking nothing
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from no one give em hell
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long as I'm breathing
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Keep kicking ass
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in the morning and
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taking names in the evening
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Leave 'em with a taste as
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sour as vineger
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in they mouth
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See they can trigger me
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but they'll never
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figure me out
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Look at me now I betcha
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prolly sick of me now
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Ain't you mama I'ma make you
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look so ridiculous now
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I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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One More Time
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I said I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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I got some skeletons
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in my closet
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And I dont know
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if no one knows it
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So before they throw me
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inside my coffin and
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close it
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I'm a expose it
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I'll take you back to '73
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Before I ever had a
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multi platinum selling CD
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I was a baby maybe I was
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just a couple of months
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My faggot father must've had
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his panties up in a bunch
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'Cause he split
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I wonder if he even
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kissed me goodbye
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No I don't on second thought
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I just fucking wished
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he would die
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I look at Hailie
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and I couldn't picture
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leaving her side
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Even if I hated Kim
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I grit my teeth and
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I try to make it work
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With her at least for
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Hailie's sake I maybe made
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some mistakes
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But I'm only human
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but I'm man enough to face
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them today
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What I did was stupid
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no doubt it was dumb
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But the smartest shit
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I did was take the bullets
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outta that gun
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Cause I'd of killed em
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shit I would've shot Kim
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and him both
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It's my life I'd like to
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welcome ya'll to the
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Eminem show
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I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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One More Time
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I said I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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Now I would never diss
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my own mama just
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to get recognition
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Take a second to listen for
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who you think this record
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is dissing
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But put yourself
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in my position
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just try to invision
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Witnessing your mama popping
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prescription pills
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in the kitchen
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Bitching that someone's
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always going through
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her purse and shit's missing
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Going through public
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housing systems victim
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of munchausen syndrome
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My whole life I was made to
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believe I was sick
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when I wasn't
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'Til I grew up now
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I blew up it makes you
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sick to your stomach
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doesn't it
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Wasn't it the reason you
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made that CD for me ma
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So you could try to justify
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the way you treated me ma
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But guess what
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your getting older now and
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it's cold when your lonely
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And Nathan's growing up
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so quick he's gonna know
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that your phoney
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And Hailie's getting so big
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now you should see her
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she's beautiful
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But you'll never see her
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she won't even be
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at your funeral
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See what hurts me the most
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is you won't admit
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you was wrong
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Bitch do your song keep
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telling yourself that
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you was a mom
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But how dare you try to
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take what you didn't
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help me to get
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You selfish bitch I hope you
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fucking burn in hell
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for this shit
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Remember when Ronnie died
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and you said you wished it
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was me
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Well guess what I am dead
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dead to you as can be
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I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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One More Time
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I said I'm sorry mama
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I never meant to hurt you
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I never meant make you cry
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But tonight
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I'm cleaning out my closet
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Cleanin` Out My Closet
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| Eminem |
