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Cleanin' Out My Closet

© Marshall Mathers

[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
- there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo

[Eminem]
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 motherf****n' 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' and 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 momma?
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus:
I'm sorry momma!
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 momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight

I'm cleanin' out my closet

[Eminem]
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 '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
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me
goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just f****n'
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 the
bullets outta that gun
Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim
and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to
"The Eminem Show"

Chorus:

[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to
get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think
this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position; just try
to envision
witnessin' your momma 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 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? You're gettin older now and
it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna
know that your 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!
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 f****n' burn
in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you
wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - de

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