Cleanin' Out My Closet

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 time 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 they 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 cleaning out my closet 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 [Verse 2] 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 As 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 'Cause

I'd have killed him, shit I would've 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 cleaning out my closet 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 [Verse 3] Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissing But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen 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 getting older now And it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's getting 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 your 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 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