Cleanin' Out My Closet

Where's my snare?

I have 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 motherfucking 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

Leave 'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their 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, mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

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 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 have had his panties up in a bunch

Cos' 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 Hailie and I couldn't picture leaving her side

Even if I hated Kim, I'd 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 'em 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

Cos' I'da killed them, shit, I would shot Kim and them both

This my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show

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

Now I would never dis 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 invision

Witnessin' yo mama poppin' perscription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someones always goin' through her purse and shit missin'

Goin' through public housing system, vitcim of Munchausen's sydrome

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?

Well guess what your getting older now and Its cold when your lonely

And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony

And 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 telling 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 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!

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

(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