Cleanin' Out My Closet

Where's my snare?

I have no snare in my headphones

There ya' go

Yeah, yo', yo'

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 is the mind of the

Motherf**kin' 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',

An' 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 Mama?

I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry Mama, 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 Mama", I never meant to hurt you

I never 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 thrown me inside my coffin and close it

I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to seventy three

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**kin' 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 'em 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

'Cause Id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both

It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

I'm sorry Mama, 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 Mama", I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet

Now I would never diss 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 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 Münchhausen'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, your gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely

And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're 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

(Ha ha)

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**kin' 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

I'm sorry Mama, 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 Mama", I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry

But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet