Cleanin’Out My Closet

Eminemu

Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go 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 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 Leave 'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their mouth See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I bet you're 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 (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 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 Cos' 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 Hailie and I couldn't picture leaving 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 Cos' I'da killed them, shit, I would've shot Kim and them both This my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll 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 Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen who you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' yo mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing system, victim of Münchhausen'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? Well, 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 your 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 See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do ya 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 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 I'm sorry, mama 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, mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But, tonight, I'm cleaning' out my closet #エミネム #EMINEM #eminemu #Eminemu #洋楽 #ラップ #rap #けーた