Текст песни Cleanin Out My Closet, Eminem

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 for 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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