Cleanin' Out My Closet

Where's my snare?

I have no snare in my headphones

There you 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 as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind

All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding

Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going

Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing

Keep kicking ** in the morning and taking names in the evening

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 momma?

I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)

I said I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet

Ah, I got some skeletons in my closet

And I don't know if no one knows it

So before they throw 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 selling 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 ** wished he would die

I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving 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 them today

What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb

But the smartest ** I did was take the bullets outta that gun

'Cause I'da killed him, ** I would've shot Kim and him both

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

I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)

I said I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet

Now I would never diss my own momma 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 envision

Witnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen

**ing that someone's always going through her purse and **'s missing

Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen'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? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely

And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's getting 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

** do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom

But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get

You selfish **, I hope you ** burn in hell for this **

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 momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)

I said I'm sorry momma

I never meant to hurt you

I never meant to make you cry, but tonight

I'm cleaning out my closet