Songtext Cleaning out my closet Eminem

Cleaning out my closet

[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare
on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo yo

[Verso 1]
Have you ever been hated,
or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested
and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid
rhymes, look at the times
Sick of this mind,
of the mother fucking
kid that's 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 I'm 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 they'll never figure me out
Look at me now,
I betcha prolly
sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make
you look so ridiculous now

[Ritornello x2]
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight,
I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight,
I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!

[Verso 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
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 fucking
wished he would die
I look at Hailey,
and I couldn't picture
leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim,
I grin my teeth and
I try to make it work
With her atleast 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 the bullets
outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em,
shit I would've shot
Kim and them both
It's my life,
I'd like to welcome
ya'll to the Eminem show

[Ritornello x 2]

[Verso 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 someone's always
going through her purse
when shit's missing
Going through
public housing systems,
victim of
Munchausen 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 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 it's cold
when your lonely
And Nathan's growing 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 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 didn't
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

[Ritornello x 2]