Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet lyrics

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 as the mind of the motherf**ing 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' a** in the mornin' and takin' names in the evenin' Leavin' with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now Ain't you, mama? Imma 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, imma expose it I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My f*ggot 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 owe him a second thought, I just f**in' 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** I did was take the bullets outta that gun 'Cause I'd have k**ed 'em, sh**, 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 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 b**hin', that someone's always goin' through her purse and sh**'s missin' Goin' through public housin' systems, victim of Münchhausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick, when I wasn't Till I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya 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, ya gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's going to 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 b**h do your song, keep telling yourself, that you was a mom But how dare you try to take when you didn't help me to get You selfish b**h, I hope you f**ing burn in hell for this sh** 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 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