Cleanin Out My Closet Lyrics

Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There ya' 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 is the mind of the Motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's 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', An' takin' names in the Evenin', leave 'em 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 ya' 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 thrown me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to seventy three 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 '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'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 them bullets out of that gun [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/cleanin-out-my-closet-lyrics-eminem.html ] 'Cause Id'a killed 'em, shit I would have 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 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' Through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housin' systems Victim of Münchhausen'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, your 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 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 (Ha ha) 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 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