Cleanin' Out My Closet

Cleanin' Out My Closet - Ameritz Tribute Tracks

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

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'

An' 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 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 thrown me inside my coffin and close it

I'ma expose it I'll take you back to seventy three

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 and 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 'em today

What I did was stupid no doubt it was dumb

But the smartest sh*t I did was take them

Bullets out of that gun

'Cause Id'a killed 'em sh*t I would have

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 for 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 housin' systems

Victim of Mnchhausen'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 your 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

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

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