文本歌词

CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET (Dance Vrs) - East End
Written by：BOSS/MATHERS
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**kin' kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's 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'
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 ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma
I'm make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
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 thrown me inside my coffin' and close it
I'm 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 faggot father must have 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 I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated kim I 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 them today
What I did was stupid no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest sh*t I did was take the bullets outta that gun
'Cuz I'd killed him sh*t I would shot kim and them both
It's my life I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
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 momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position just try to envision
Witnessin' your momma poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse
And sh*t's missin'
Goin' through public housin' systems
Victim of Munchausen'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 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 you're gettin' older now
And it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin up so quick
He's gonna know that your 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
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
B**ch 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
Well guess what I am dead dead to you as can be
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet
I'm sorry momma
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 momma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry but tonight
I'm cleanin' out my closet