Cleaning Out My Closet (Explicit) (Explicit Version)

Cleaning Out My Closet (Explicit Version) - Deja Vu

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'ma 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'ma 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 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 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'da killed him; sh*t I woulda 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

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

*****in that someone's always goin throuh 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