Cleanin Out My Closet

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Verse 1
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 motha fuckin´ kid that´s behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep 
as ocean´s 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,´ an´ takin´ names in the evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar 
in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they 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.

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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.

Verse 2
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, / cuz he split. I 
wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don´t on second thought, I just fuckin´ 
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 shit I did 
was take them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz id´a killed ´em, shit I would have shot Kim 
an´ him both. It´s my life, I´d like to welcome y´all to The Eminem Show.

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Verse 3
Now I would never dis 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´ throuh 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 ´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, yer gettin´ older now and it´s cold when your 
lonely. An´ Nathan´s getting´ up so quick, he´s gonna know that your phoney. / 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 ya 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.