Karaoké Cleanin' Out My Closet Eminem

Where's my snare

I have no snare in my headphones there ya 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 is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind

All this commotion emotions run deep as oceans explodin'

Tempers flaring 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' ass in the mornin' and takin' names in the evening

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'm 'a 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 throw 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

'Cos he split

I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye

No I don't on second thought I just fuckin' wish 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 shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun

'Cos I'd 'a killed 'em shit 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 'fore 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 shits missin'

Going through public housing systems victim of

Munchausen's syndrome

My whole life I was made to believe I was sick

When I wasn't till 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 you're lonely

And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony

And Hailie's getting 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

Bitch 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 bitch I hope you fuckin' 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

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