"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 as the 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
Leave them with a taste sour as vinegar 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'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 grin my teeth and I
try to make it work
With her atleast 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 him 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 who you think
this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to
envision
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 munchhausen 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 mum
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