Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet Lyrics

(Intro)

Where's my snare
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo,yo

Have you eva 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**king kid thats 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' leaving with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth
See they can trigga me, but they'll neva figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha probley sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I 'ma make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus

I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time I said
I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva 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 eva had a multi-platinum sellin' CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a coupla months
My faggot 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 f**kin' 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 wit 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed 'em shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show

Chorus

I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time
I said I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

Now I would neva diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen 'fore 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 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, ya gettin' olda now and it's cold when yaw lonely and Nathan's growin' up so quick he's going to know that you're phony and Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful

Well you'll neva see her, she won't even be at your FUNERAL
See what hurts me the most, is you won't admit you was wrong

B**** do your song, keep tellin' yaself that you was a mom
But how dare you try to take what you didnt help me to get,
You selfish b**** I hope you f**kin' burn in 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

I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

One more time
I said I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

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