Cleaning out my closetWheres my snare?I have no snare in my
headphonesThere you go,yo yoHave you ever been hated or
discriminated against?I have, I've protested and
demonstrated againstPicket signs for my wicked ryhmes Look at
the timesSick as the mind of the motha fuckin' kid thats
behindall this commotion Emotions run deep as ocean's
explodin'Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em
off and keep goinNot takin' nothin' from no one,give
'em hell long as I'm breathin'Keep kickin ass in
the mornin and takin' names in the eveningLeav'em with
a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouthSee they can trigger me
but they never figure me outLook at me now, I bet ya probably
sick of me nowaint you mama I'ma make you look so
ridiculous nowCourse (2x)I said I'm sorry mamaI never meant
to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonight I'm
cleaning' out my closetI got some skeletons in my closet
andI dont know if no one knows itSo before they throw me inside
my coffin and close itI'ma expose it, I'll take you
back to '73before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin'
cdI was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of monthsMy faggot
father must have had his panties up in a bunchCos he split I
wonder if he even kissed me goodbyeNo, I dont on second thought,
I just fuckin' wished he would dieI look at Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her sideEven if I hated Kim,
I grit my teeth andtry to make it work with her at least for
Hailies sakeI maybe made some mistakes but I'm only
humanBut I'm man enough to face them today!What I did was
stupid,no doubt it was dumbbut the smartest shit I did was take
the bullets out of that gunCuz I'da killed them, shit I
woulda shot Kim an' 'em bothThis my life, I'd
like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem ShowCourse (2x)I'm
sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you
cryBut tonight I'm cleaning out my closetNow I would never
dis my own mamajust to get recognitionTake a second to listen
who you think this record is dissin'But put yourself in my
position just try to invisionwitnessin' yo mama
poppin' perscription pills in da kitchenBitchin' that
someones always goin'through her purse and shit
missin'Goin' through public housing system, victem of
Munchausen's sydromeMy whole life I was made to beleive I
was sick when I wasn'tTil I grew up, now I blew upIt 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 andIts cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin
up so quickHe's gonna know that your phoneyAnd
Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her shes
beautifulBut 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 wrongBitch, do ya songKeep tellin' yourself that you
was a momBut how dare you try to take what you didnt help me to
getYou selfish Bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for
this shitRemember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it
was me?Well guess what I am dead, dead to you as can beCousre
(4x)I'm sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to
make you cryBut tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
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