Eminem Lyrics
"Cleanin
Out My Closet"
[Intro:]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo
[Verse
#1]
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been
protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look
at the times
Sick of this mind, of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All
this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from
parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give
em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking
names in the evening
Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now,
I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous
now
[Chorus x2]
I'm sorry mama
I never meant
to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my
closet
One More Time
I said, I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight,
I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!
[Verse #2]
I
got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So
before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take
you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a
baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his
panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look
at Hailey, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I
grit my teeth and I try to make it work
With her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them
today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit
I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've
shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem
show
[Chorus x2]
[Verse
#3]
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second
to listen for you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position,
just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the
kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse when shit's
missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew
up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your 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, your getting older now and it's cold when
your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But
you'll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral (hahaha)
See what hurts
me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling
yourself that you was a mom
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help
me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit!
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
[Chorus x2]
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