Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet lyrics

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 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 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' ass 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 fuckin' 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 shit I did was take
The bullets out of that gun
‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit
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
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through
Her purse and shit'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
Bitch, 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 bitch
I hope you fuckin' burn in
Hell for this shit!
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