Cleanin' Out My Closet (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers

Composed by：Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers

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 is the mind of the motherf**kin' kid that's behind

All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans 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' a*s in the morning and 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 you're prolly 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 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've 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'd 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 s**t I did was take the bullets out of that gun

'Cause I'da killed 'em s**t I woulda 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

Uh

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition

Take a second to listen 'fore 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

B***hin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and s**t's missin'

Goin' through public housing systems

Victim of Münchausen'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 your 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 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

B***h 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 b***h I hope you f**kin' burn in hell for this s**t

Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me

Hehe

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