Kantahanan

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 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 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'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 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...

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
Multiplatinum sellin' cd i was a baby maybe i was just a couple of months my faggot father
Must have had his pantie's up in a bunch cause 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 cause id'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...

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Now i would never diss my own mama just to get recognition take a second to listen who 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 '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 your
Gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely and nathan's growing 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 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...

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