Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet

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(hip hop music)

- Where's my snare?

I have no snare in my headphones.

There you go.

Yeah.

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 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 they 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

Ha!

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 father must've 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 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 I did was take the bullets outta that gun

♪ 'Cause I'd have 'em, I would've shot Kim and him both

It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all 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 diss 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 witnessing your Mama

Poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

Bitchin' that someone's always

Goin' through her purse and missin' ♪

Going through public housing systems

Victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome

My whole life I was made to believe

I was sick when I wasn't

Till 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, you're gettin' older now

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

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, I hope you burn in hell for this

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

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