Cleanin Out My Closet

Text písně Cleanin Out My Closet

Wheres my snare? 
I have no snare in my headphones 
There you go,yo yo 

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? 
I have, I've protested and demonstrated against 
Picket signs for my wicked ryhmes Look at the times 
Sick as the mind of the motha fuckin' kid thats 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' 
Kickin ass in the mornin and takin' names in the evening 
Leav'em with a taste of 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 
aint you mama I'ma make you look so ridiculous now 

Chorus (2x) 
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 dont 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 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 
Cos he split I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye 
No, I dont 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 
try to make it work with her at least for Hailies 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 
Cuz I'da killed them, shit I woulda shot Kim an' 'em both 
This my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show 

Chorus (2x) 
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 

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 da kitchen 
Bitchin' that someones always goin' 
through her purse and shit missin' 
Goin' through public housing system, victem of Munchausen's sydrome 
My whole life I was made to beleive 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 
Its cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin up so quick 
He's gonna know that your phoney 
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her shes beautiful 
But you'll never see her, she wont 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 didnt 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 (2x) 
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


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