| Eminem - Cleanen' Out My Closet lyric |
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I got no snare in my headphones there you go 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 motherfucker keep this behind all this comotions, emotins run deep as oceans exploding tempers flaring from parents blow them off and keep goin not taken nothing from no one give them how long am 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 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 chorus i'm sorry mama i never ment to hurt you i never meant to make you cry but tonight im 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 dont know if no one knows it so before they throw me inside my cofin 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 panties up in the bunch cuz 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 for her release for hailie's sake i maybe made some mistakes but im only human but im 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 its my life i'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show. chorus Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen who 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, and I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesnt 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 its 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! See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. But how dare you try to take what you didnt 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. chorus       
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