CLEANIN OUT MY CLOSET
Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones,
there ya' 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 is the mind of
the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as
ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep
goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin',
keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em
with a 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 ya' 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
cleanin' 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 cleanin' out my closet...
I got some
skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they
thrown 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 sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I
was just a couple of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up
in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't
on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and
I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and
I'd 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
them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have
shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all 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 who you
think this record is
dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision
witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that
someone's always goin'
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 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it
makes you sick to ya' 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
gettin' 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 won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you
won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' 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 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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