Cleanin' Out My Closet

Eminem(에미넴)

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've been protested

and demonstrated against

Picket signs for my wicked rhymes,

look at the times

Sick is the mind of the m kin' 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 f kin' 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 sh*t I did was

take the bullets out of that gun

‘Cause I'da killed 'em,

sh t, 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 sh t'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 b ch,

I hope you f kin' burn in hell for this sh t!

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