Lletra / Lyrics: Cleanin Out My Closet - Eminem
Cleanin Out My Closet
__Cleanin Out My Closet

Wheres my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yo yo

Verse #1
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, Ive been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid thats behind...
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as Im breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but theyll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Aint you mama, Ima make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus x2
Im sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, Im cleaning out my closet
One More Time

Im sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, Im cleaning out my closet

Verse #2
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
Ima expose it, Ill take you back to 73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father mustve had his panties up in a bunch
Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I dont, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailey, and I couldnt picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grin my teeth and I try to make it work
With her atleast for Hailies sake I maybe made some mistakes
But Im only human but Im 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 outta that gun
Cause Id of killed em, shit I wouldve shot Kim and them both
Its my life, Id like to welcome yall to the Eminem show

Chorus x2

Verse #3
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
bitching that someones always going through her purse when shits missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchasen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt
Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesnt it?
Wasnt it the reason you made a CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older now and its cold when your lonely
And Nathans growing up so quick hes gonna know that your phoney
And Hailies getting so big now, you should see her, shes beautiful
But youll never see her, she wont even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you wont admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mum
But how dare you try to take what you didnt help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking 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 x2