Cleanin' Out My Closet Paroles

Yeah
Yo, yo

[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 mothafuckin' 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 as long as I'm breathin'
Keep kickin' ass in the mornin' and taking names in the evenin'
Leavin' with the taste of sourest vinegar in their mouth
See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I'll bet ya probably sick of me now
Ain't ya mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now!

[Chorus]
I'm sorry Mama
I never meant to hurt you
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!)

[Verse 2]
I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if noone 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 had his panties up in a bunch
'Cuz he split - I wonder if he even kissed me good-bye
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'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 shit I did was take them bullets outta that gun
'Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem Show

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Now I would never diss 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' through her purse and shit's missin'
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen 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 gettin' older now and it's cold and ya lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that ya 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 funereal (haha)
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 could be!

[Chorus]
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