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| Artist: Eminem Song: cleaning out my closet lyrics Album: the eminem show |
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| Verse 1 Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and desmonstrated against. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin'. Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'. Not takin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'. Keep kickin' ass in the morin', an' takin' names in the eveing. Leav'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can tigger me but they 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. Chorus - 2x I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but toinght I'm cleain' out my closet Verse 2 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, cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed my 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 geit 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 them bullets out of that gun. Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem show Chorus - 2x Verse 3 Now I would never dis 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 withnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin'. Going through housing syndrom, victim of Munchausen's symdrome. 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, doesnt it? Wasn't it the reasom you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely. An' Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney. 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 ya 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. Chorus - 4x |
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