ฟังเพลงCleanin' Out My Closet

Cleanin' Out My Closet (清空衣柜) - Fletan Power

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 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 morning 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 you're 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

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

I'ma expose it

I'll take you back to '73

Before I ever had a multi platinum selling 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'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*t

I did was take the bullets out of that gun

'Cause I'da killed him sh*t

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 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 'fore

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

B**chin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and

Sh*t's missin' goin' through public housing systems

Victim of Münchausen'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 your 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 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

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