Tytuł: Cleaning Out My Closet
- Wykonawca: Eminem
- Wy¶wietleń: 526
I have no snare in my headphones
Here you go, yeah, yo, yo
Have you ever been hated, yo discriminated against, I have
I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin'
Take this flamer from parents just blow him off and keep goin'
Not takin' nothing from noone give him hell as long as I'm breathin'
Be kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with the taste of sour of vinagure in their mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I'll bet your probably sick of me now
Ain't you mama I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
Chorus:
I'm sorry mamma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
One more time
I said I'm sorry mamma
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
Huh, I've got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no ones know 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-platnium selling CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple a months
My fagot father must had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wondered if he even kissed me good-bye
No I don't, on second thought I just fuckin' wish he'd would die
I look at Hailey and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
Even if I hated Kim I grit my teeth and I try to make it work
With her at least for Hailey'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 the bullets out of that gun
'Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I woulda shot Kim and 'em both, it's my life
I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show
Repeat chorus
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 in vision
Witnessing your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin, that someones always going through her personal shits missing
Going through public housing systems victim of mum child syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
Till 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 when it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailey's getting so big now, you just 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 mum
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 Roney died and you said you'd wish it was me
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
Repeat chorus
