Lyrics My Mom - Album Version (Edited) - Eminem
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Okay,
alright,
yo,
yo
Yo,
yo,
alright,
I′m
gonna
lay
the
first
Here
we
go
now
My
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I
am
like
I
am
′cause
I'm
like
her
Because
my
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I′m
on
what
I′m
on
'cause
I′m
my
mom
My
mom,
my
mom
I
know
you're
probably
little
tired
of
hearing′
'bout
my
mom
Oh
ho,
whoa,
ho,
but
this
is
just
a
story
of
when
I
was
just
a
shorty
And
how
I
became
hooked
on
Valium
Valium
was
in
everything′,
food
that
I
ate
The
water
that
I
drank,
fucking'
peas
in
my
plate
She
sprinkled
just
enough
of
it
to
season
my
steak
So
everyday
I
have
at
least
three
stomach
aches
Now
tell
me
what
kind
of
mother
would
want
to
see
her
Son
grow
up
to
be
an
under-a-fuckin'-chiever?
My
teacher
didn′t
think
I
was
gonna
be
nothin′
either
"What
the
fuck
you
stickin'
gum
up
under
the
fuckin′
seat
for?"
"Mrs.
Mathers,
your
son
has
been
huffin'
ether
Either
that
or
the
motherfucker′s
been
puffin'
reefer"
But
all
this
huffin′
and
puffin'
wasn't
what
it
was
either
It
was
neither,
I
was
buzzin′
but
it
wasn′t
what
she
thought
Pee
in
a
tea
cup?
Bitch,
you
ain't
my
keeper,
I′m
sleepin'
What
the
fuck
you
keep
on
fuckin′
with
me
for?
Slut,
you
need
to
leave
me
the
fuck
alone,
I
ain't
playin′
Go
find
you
a
white
crayon
and
color
a
fuckin'
zebra
My
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I
am
like
I
am
′cause
I′m
like
her
Because
my
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I′m
on
what
I'm
on
′cause
I'm
my
mom
"Wait
a
minute,
this
ain′t
dinner,
this
is
paint
thinner"
"You
ate
it
yesterday,
I
ain't
hear
no
complaints
did
I?
Now
here's
a
plate
full
of
pain
killers
Now
just
wait
till
I
crush
the
Valium
and
put
it
in
your
potatoes"
"You
little
motherfucker,
I′ll
make
you
sit
there
And
make
that
retarded
fuckin′
face
without
even
tastin'
it
You
better
lick
the
fuckin′
plate,
you
ain't
wastin′
it
Put
your
face
in
it
before
I
throw
you
in
the
basement
again"
"And
I
ain't
givin′
in,
you're
gonna
just
sit
there
in
one
fuckin'
place
Spinnin′
again
till
next
Thanksgivin′
And
if
you
still
ain't
finished
it,
I
use
the
same
shit
again
Then
when
I
make
spinach
dip,
it
will
be
placed
in
the
shit"
"You
little
shit,
wanna
sit
there
and
play
innocent
A
rack
fell
and
hit
me
at
K-Mart
and
they
witnessed
it
Child
support,
your
father,
he
ain′t
sent
us
shit
And
so
what
if
he
did
that,
it's
none
of
your
dang
business,
kid"
My
mom,
there′s
no
one
else
quite
like
my
mom
I
know
that
I
should
let
bygones
be
bygones
But
she's
the
reason
why
I
am
high
what
I′m
high
on
'Cause
my
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I
am
like
I
am
′cause
I′m
like
her
Because
my
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I′m
on
what
I'm
on
′cause
I'm
my
mom
My
mom
loved
Valium
Now
all
I
am
is
a
party
animal
I
am
what
I
am
but
I′m
strong
to
the
finish
Wit'
me
Valium
spinach
But
my
buzz
only
last
about
two
minutes
But
I
don't
wanna
swallow
it
without
you
in
it
I
can′t
even
write
a
rhyme
without
you
in
it
My
Valium,
my
Valium
Man,
I
never
thought
that
I
could
ever
be
a
drug
addict
Nah,
fuck
that,
I
can′t
have
it
happen
to
me
But
that's
actually
what
has
ended
up
happenin′,
a
tragedy
Fuckin'
passin′
it
up,
catchin'
me
And
it′s
probably
where
I
got
acquainted
with
the
taste,
ain't
it?
Pharmaceuticals
are
the
bomb,
mom.
Beautiful!
She
killed
the
fuckin'
dog
with
the
medicine
she
done
fed
it
Feed
it
a
fuckin′
aspirin
and
say
that
it
has
a
headache
"Here,
want
a
snack,
you
hungry,
you
fuckin′
brat?
Look
at
that,
it's
a
Xanax,
take
it
and
take
a
nap
Eat
it,"
"But
I
don′t
need
it,"
"Well,
fuck
it
then
break
it
up
Take
a
little
piece
and
beat
it
before
you
wake
Nathan
up"
"All
right,
Ma,
you
win,
I
don't
feel
like
arguin′
I'll
do
it,
pop
and
gobble
it
and
start
wobblin′"
Stumble,
hobble,
tumble,
slip,
drip
then
I
fall
in
bed
With
a
bottle
of
meds
and
a
Heath
Ledger
bobblehead
My
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That's
why
I
am
like
I
am
'cause
I′m
like
her
Because
my
mom
loved
Valium
and
lots
of
drugs
That′s
why
I'm
on
what
I′m
on
'cause
I′m
my
mom
My
mom,
I'm
just
like
her
My
mom,
my
mom,
my
mom
My
mom,
my
mom,
my
mom
My
mom,
my
mom,
my
mom
My
mom,
my
momma
Sorry
Mom,
I
still
love
you
though
Dr.
Dre,
2010,
hey,
this
shit
is
hella
hard,
homie
Yo,
take
us
on
outta
here
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