Eminem - Cleanin' Out My ClosetLyrics

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 motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans 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' and takin' names in the evening Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me but they never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now Ain't you mama I'm a make you look so ridiculous now [Chorus: x2] 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'm a expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' C-D I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My fagot father must have 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 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 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 the bullets out of that gun Cause I'd a killed them, shit I woulda shot Kim and him both This my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show [Chorus: x2] 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 envision Witnessin' yo mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someones always goin' through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen'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 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 gettin' older now and It's cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin' 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 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! [Chorus: x2]