Cleanen' Out My Closet lyrics

Where's my snare...
I ain't got no snare in my headphones
There you go
Yeah, Yo yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?...
I have I've been protested and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this comotions, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents blow them off and keep goin
Not taken nothing from no one give them hell no cause I breathing
Keep kicken ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave them with the taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now I bet your probably sick of me now ain't you mama
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

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I'm sorry mama I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to 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 to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleaning out my closet

I got some skeleton's in my closet and I don't 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 multiplatinum selling cd
I was a baby maybe I was jus a couple of months
My faggot father must of had his pennies up in a bunch
Cus he split I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wish he would die
I look at hailie and I couldn't picture leaven her aside
Even if I hated kim I'll grit my teeth and I'll try
To make it work wit 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 out of that gun
Cuz I would have killed them
Shit I would have shot kim n them both
It's my life I'd like to welcome ya'll
To The Eminem Show.

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Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen 'for you think this record is dissin'.
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision,
Witnissin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen.
Bitchin' that someones always going through her purse and shits missin'.
Going through public housing systems victim of Munchausen's syndrome.
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't.
'Till 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, you're gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony.
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 you're funeral!
Ha ha ha
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong.
Keep singing ya song, keep tellin' yourself that you was the mom.
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?
You selfish bitch! I hope you fuckin' 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.

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