Eminem - Cleanin Out My Closet

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Verse 1
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, Iґve been protested and
demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is
the mind of the motha fuckinґ kid thatґs behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep
as oceanґs explodin.ґ Tempers flaring from parents, just blow ґem off and keep goin.ґ /
Not takinґ nothinґ from no one, give ґem hell long as Iґm breathin.ґ Keep kickinґ ass in
the mornin,ґ anґ takinґ names in the evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar
in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. / Look at me now,
I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ainґt you mama, Iґma make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus 2X
Iґm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
Iґm cleaninґ out my closet.

Verse 2
I got some skeletons in my closet and I donґt know if no one knows it. So before they
thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / Iґma expose it. Iґll take you back to 73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellinґ CD. / I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple
of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, / cuz he split. I
wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I donґt on second thought, I just fuckinґ
wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldnґt picture leavinґ her side. Even if
I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and Iґd try / to make it work with her at least for
Hailieґs sake. I maybe made some mistakes but Iґm only human. But Iґm man enough to face
them today. / What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did
was take them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz idґa killed ґem, shit I would have shot Kim
anґ him both. Itґs my life, Iґd like to welcome yґall to The Eminem Show.

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Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for
you think this record is dissin,ґ / But put yourself in my position. Just try to
envision witnessinґ your Mama poppinґ prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchinґ that
someoneґs always goinґ throuh her purse and shits missin.ґ Going through public housing
systems, victim of Munchausenґs syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick
when I wasnґt ґtil I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesnґt
it? Wasnґt 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, yer gettinґ older now and itґs cold when your
lonely. Anґ Nathanґs gettingґ up so quick, heґs gonna know that your phoney. / And
Hailieґs gettingґ so big now, you should see her, sheґs beautiful. But youґll never see
her, she wonґt even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you wonґt admit
you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellinґ yourself that you was a mom. / But how
dare you try to take what you didnґt help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you
fuckinґ 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.

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