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