tekst piosenki Cleaning out my closet - Eminem



Wheres my snare???

I have no snare in my headphones

There you go,yo yo



Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?

I have, I've protested and demonstrated against,

Picket signs for my wicked ryhmes Look at the times

Sick as the mind of the motha fuckin' kid thats 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 and takin' names in the evening

Leav'em with a taste of sour as vinegar in their 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 I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.



[refren]

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



x2





I got some skeletons in my closet and

I dont 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 '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

Cos 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 couldn't picture leavin' her side

Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and

try to make it work with her at least for Hailies 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 the bullets out of that gun

Cuz I'da killed them, shit I woulda shot Kim an' 'em both

This my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to The Eminem Show



[refren] x2



Now I would never dis 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 invision

witnessin' yo mama poppin' perscription pills in da kitchen

Bitchin' that someones always goin'

through her purse and shit missin'

Goin' through public housing system, victem of Munchausen's sydrome

My whole life I was made to beleive 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?

Well guess what your gettin' older now and

Its cold when your lonely and Nathan's growin up so quick

He's gonna know that your phoney

And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her shes beautiful

But you'll never see her, she wont 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 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



[refren] x4