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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

Motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 M

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