Cleanin’ Out My Closet

Where's my snare?

I have no snare on 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

Sick as the mind

of the motherfucking 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' nothin' from no one,

give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'

Keep kickin' ass in the mornin'

and takin' names in the evenin'

Leavin' 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 betcha probably sick of me now

Ain't you, mama?

Imma 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

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 Ah

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

Imma 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've had his panties

'Cause he split

I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye

No, I don't owe him a 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'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 outta that gun

'Cause I'd have killed 'em

Shit, I woulda shot Kim and them both

It's 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

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 Ah

Now I would never diss my own mama

just to get recognition

Take a second to listen 'fore 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 hear purse and shit's missin'

Goin' through public housin' 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?

But guess what?

and it's cold when you're lonely

And Nathan's growin' up so quick

he's gonna know that you're phony

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!

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 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...