Cleaning Out My Closet Lyrics

Cleaning Out My Closet lyrics

Verse 1
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 motha fuckin' 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. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
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'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.

Verse 2
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 panties up in a bunch, / cuz 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. / Cuz id'a
killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to
welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

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Verse 3
Now I
would never dis 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' throuh 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, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's
getting' 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 ya 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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