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  Out My Closet
 
 Intro:
 Where's my snare?
  have no snare on my headphones
 There you go
 Yeah
 Yo yo
 
 Verse 1
 Have you ever been  or discriminated against?
 I have, I've been protested and demostrated 
 Picket signs  my wicked rhymes, look at the times
 Sick  the mind, of the mothain' kid that's behind
 All this  emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
 Tempers flarin' from  just blow 'em off and keep goin'
 Not takin' nothin' from no one, give em hell  as I'm breathin'
 Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', and  names in the evenin'
 Leave them with a taste as sour as  in they mouth
 See  can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
 Look at  now, I bet ya probably sick of me now
 Ain't you mama,  make you look so ridiculous now
 
 Chorus (2x)
 I'm sorry mama
  never meant to hurt you
 I never meant make  cry
 But tonight, I'm cleanin'  my closet
 
 One More Time
 
 I said,
 I'm sorry mama
 I never meant to hurt 
 I  meant make you cry
 But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my 
 Ha!
 
 Verse 2
 I got some skeletons  my closet
 And I don't know if  one knows it
  before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
 Imma expose it, I'll take you back to 
 Before I ever had a  sellin' CD
 I was a baby maybe I was  a couple of months
 My faggot father must have had his panties up  a bunch
 'Cause he split, I wonder  he even kissed me goodbye
 No  don't, on second thought I just in' wished he would die
 I look at Hailie, and  couldn't picture leavin' her side
 Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I try to  it work
 With her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe  some mistakes
  I'm only human but I'm man enough to face 'em today
 What I did was stupid, no doubt it was 
 But the smartest  I did was take the bullets outta that gun
 Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him 
 It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem 
 
 Chorus (2x)
 
 Verse 3
 Now I would never dis my own  just to get recognition
  a second to listen for you think this record is dissin'
 But put yourself in my  just try to envision
 Witnessin' your mama poppin'  pills in the kitchen
 Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse  shit's missin'
 Goin' through public housing systems, victim of  Syndrome
 My  life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
 'Til I grew  now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
 Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for  MA?
 So  could try to justify the way you treated me, MA?
  guess what, your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely
 And Nathan's growin' up so quick  gonna know that your phoney
 And Hailie's gettin' so  now, you should see her, she's beautiful
 But  never see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha*
 See what hurts me the most, is you won´t  you was wrong
 Bitch, do ya song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a 
 But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me  get
 You selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn in  for this shit!
 Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was 
 Well guess what, I am  dead to you as can be!!