Cleanin Out My Closet - Eminem

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  1. HellRazor

    HellRazor New Member

    Where's my snare?
    I have no snare on my headphones
    There you go
    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 of this 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
    Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger 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

    [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 them 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 invision
    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 munchasen 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]

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