Cleanin' out my closet -explicit album version Lyrics
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Cleanin' out my closet -explicit album version Lyricsby Eminem Buy album CD: Other Songs BIT - FIN (Eminem Talking) Where's my snare? I have 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 motha' fuckin' kid that's behind, All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothing from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin' Kickin' ass in the morning and 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 you're probably sick of me now, Ain't you Momma? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! (Chorus x2) I'm sorry Momma! 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 got some skeletons in my closet, 'Nd 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 multi-platinum sellin' CD I was a baby maybe I was just a couple o' months, My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch, Cuz he split, I wonder if he even kissed me good-bye, 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 an' 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 'em today, What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out o' that gun. Cuz I'd've killed him. Shit I would've shot Kim an' him both This' my life, I'd like to welcome you all to The Eminem Show. (Chorus x2) Now I would never dis my own Momma 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 invision, Witnessin' your Momma poppin' presciption pills in the kitchen, Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin', Goin' 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 grew 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? Well guess what, you're gettin' older now when it's cold, when you're lonely, And Nathan's growin' up so great, he's gonna know that you're phoney, An' Hailie's gettin' 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 ya 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, an' 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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