Cleanin

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 motha fuckin' kid that's behind

all this commotion Emotions run deep

as ocean's explodin'

Tempers flaring 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 evening

Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth

See they can trigger me

but they 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

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

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

73 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

cuz 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 them 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

Cuz id'a killed 'em

shit I would have shot Kim an' him both

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

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 dis 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

ust try to envision witnessin' your

Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

bitchin' that someone's always g

oin' throuh her purse and shits missin' Going through

public housing systems victim of Munchausen'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

yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely

An' Nathan's getting' up so quick

he's gonna know that your phoney

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 Bitch do ya 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 fuckin' 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

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

EMINEM-CLEANIN OUT MY CLOSET