My Mom Lyrics – Eminem
As the song title suggests, “My Mom” adds to a long list of tracks that showcase Em’s scorn for his mother, Debbie Mathers. In the song, Em elaborates on how his drug habit stemmed from his mother bullying and tricking him into taking pills as a child. Despite the harsh accusations, Debbie had time to prepare for them, Em actually did warn her already ten years earlier on “My Name Is.”| Song Name : | My Mom |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
YeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOkayAlright, aight, aight, aight, aight (yo, yo)Yo, yoAight, I’ma lay the chorus firstHere we go now
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I am like I am ’cause I’m like herBecause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I’m on what I’m on ’cause I’m my mom
My mom, my mom, I know you’re probably tiredOf hearing ’bout my mom, oh-ho, whoa-hoBut this is just a story of when I was just a shortyAnd how I became hooked on Va-aliu-umValium was in everything, food that I ateThe water that I drank, fuckin’ peas in my plateShe sprinkled just enough of it to season my steakSo every day, I’d have at least three stomachachesNow tell me, what kind of mother would want to see herSon grow up to be an undera-fuckin’-chiever?My teacher didn’t think I was gonna be nothin’ either“What the fuck you stickin’ gum up under the fucking seat for?”“Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing etherEither that or the motherfucker’s been puffin’ reefer”But all this huffin’ and puffin’ wasn’t what it was eitherIt was neither, I was buzzing but it wasn’t what she thoughtPee in a teacup? Bitch, you ain’t my keeper, I’m sleepingWhat the fuck you keep on fucking 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 fucking zebra
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I am like I am ’cause I’m like herBecause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’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 painkillersNow just wait ’til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoesYou little motherfucker, I’ll make you sit there and makeThat retarded fucking face without even tastin’ itYou better lick the fuckin’ plate, you ain’t wastin’ itPut your face in it ‘fore I throw you in the basement againAnd I ain’t givin’ in, you’re gonna just sit thereIn one fuckin’ place, finnickin’ ’til next ThanksgivingAnd if you still ain’t finished it, I’ll use the same shit againThen when I make spinach dip, it’ll be placed in the shitYou little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent?A rack fell and hit me in K-Mart and they witnessed itChild support, your father, he ain’t sent the shitAnd so what if he did? It’s none of your dang business, kid”
My momThere’s no one else quite like my momI know I should let bygones be bygonesBut she’s the reason why I am high what I’m high on
‘Cause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I am like I am ’cause I’m like herBecause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I’m on what I’m on ’cause I’m my mom
My mom loved Valium, now all I amIs a party animal, I am what I amBut I’m strong to the finish with me Valium spinachBut my buzz only lasts about two minutesBut I don’t wanna swallow it without chewin’ itI can’t even write a rhyme without you in itMy Valium, my Valium, oh
Man, I never thought that I could ever beA drug addict, nah, fuck that, I can’t have it happen to meBut that’s actually what has ended up happeningA tragedy, the fucking past ended up catching meAnd it’s probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain’t it?Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom, beautifulShe killed the fuckin’ dog with the medicine she done fed itFeed 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 upTake a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up”Alright ma, you win, I don’t feel like arguin’I’ll do it, pop and gobble it and start wobblin’Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bedWith a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I am like I am ’cause I’m like herBecause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugsThat’s why I’m on what I’m on ’cause I’m my mom
My mom, I’m just like herMy mom, my mom, my momMy mom, my mom, my momMy mom, my mom, my momMy mom, my mamaMy mama, I like-a da mamaHaha, sorry MomI still love you thoughDr. Dre, 2010Ayy, this shit is hella hard, homieYo, take us on outta hereWoo