Текст песни Cleanin` Out My Closet от исполнителя Eminem

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, Ive been protested and
demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick
is the mind of the motha fuckin kid thats 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 Im 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. Aint you
mama, Ima make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus 2X Im sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make
you cry, but tonight Im cleanin out my closet.

Verse 2 I got some skeletons in my closet and I dont know if no one knows it. So
before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / Ima expose it. Ill 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 dont on
second thought, I just fuckin wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldnt
picture leavin her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and Id try / to make it
work with her at least for Hailies sake. I maybe made some mistakes but Im only
human. But Im 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
ida killed em, shit I would have shot Kim an him both. Its my life, Id like to
welcome yall to The Eminem Show.

Chorus 2X

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 someones always goin throuh her purse and shits missin.
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausens syndrome. My
whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasnt til I grew up, now I blew
up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesnt it? Wasnt 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 its cold when your lonely. An Nathans
getting up so quick, hes gonna know that your phoney. / And Hailies getting so
big now, you should see her, shes beautiful. But youll never see her, she wont
even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you wont 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 didnt 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.

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