Cleanin Out My Closet

Wheres my snare? IŽve no snare in my headphones There you go,yo yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? IŽve, I have protested & demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked ryhmes Look at the times Sick as the mind of the motha f*ckinŽ kid thats behind all this commotion Emotions run deep as oceanŽs explodinŽ Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off & keep goin Not takinŽ nothinŽ from no one,give em hell long as I am breathinŽ Keep kickin ass in the mornin & takinŽ names in the evening LeavŽem with a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me but they never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ainŽt you mama I ama make you look so ridiculous now

Course {twice} I said I am sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I am cleaninŽ out my closet

I got some skeletons in my closet & I dont know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin & close it I ama expose it, I will take you back to Ž73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellinŽ 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 Cos he split I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I dont on 2nd thought, I just f*ckinŽ wished heŽd die I look at Hailie & I could not picture leavinŽ her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth & try to make it work with her at least for Hailies sake I maybe made some mistakes but I am only human But I am 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 out of that gun Cuz I woulda killed them, shit IŽda shot Kim anŽ em both This my life, I would like to welcome yaŽll to The Eminem Show

Course {twice} I am sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I am cleaning out my closet

Now IŽd never dis my own mama just to get recognition Take a 2nd to listen who you think this record is dissinŽ But put yourself in my position just try to invision witnessinŽ yo mama poppinŽ perscription pills in da kitchen BitchinŽ that someones always goinŽ through her purse & shit missinŽ GoinŽ through public housing system, victem of MunchausenŽs sydrome My whole life I was made to beleive I was sick when I wasnŽt Til I grew up, now I blew up It makes you sick to your stomach doesnŽt it? WasnŽt 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 gettinŽ older now & Its cold when your lonely & NathanŽs growin up so quick He has going to know that your phoney And HailieŽs gettinŽ so big now, you should see her shes beautiful But you will never see her, she wont even be at your funeral! See what hurts me the most is you will not admit you was wrong Bitch, do ya song Keep tellinŽ yourself that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didnt help me to get You selfish Bitch, I hope you f*ckinŽ burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died & you said you wished it was me? Well guess what IŽm dead, dead to you as can be

Cousre {four times} I am sorry mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I am cleaning out my closet


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