Cleanin Out Closet Intro: Where's my have no snare on my headphones There you Yeah Yo yo Verse 1 Have ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have, I've protested and demostrated against Picket signs for wicked rhymes, look at the times is the mind, of the mothain' kid that's behind this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one, give em hell long as breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', and takin' names in evenin' Leave them a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, bet ya probably sick of me now Ain't you mama, I'ma you look so ridiculous now Chorus (2x) I'm sorry I never meant to hurt I meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleanin' my closet One More I said, I'm mama I never meant to you I never meant make cry But tonight, I'm cleanin' out closet Ha! Verse 2 I some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one it So before they throw me inside my and close it expose it, I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' I a baby maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a 'Cause he split, I if he even kissed me goodbye I don't, on second thought I just in' wished he would die I look Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I try to make it work With her at least Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face today What did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I was take the bullets outta that gun Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I have shot Kim and him both my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem show Chorus (2x) Verse 3 Now I never dis my own mama just to get recognition Take a to listen for you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try envision Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse and missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim Munchhausen Syndrome My whole life I 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 Wasn't it the reason you that CD for me, MA? So you try to justify the way you treated me, MA? But 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 gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha* See what hurts me the most, is you admit you was wrong Bitch, do ya song, keep tellin' yourself you was a mom But how dare you try to take what didn't help me to get You selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn in hell for this Remember when Ronnie died and said you wished it was me? Well what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!!