Cleanin' Out My Closet

[Intro] Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go, 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 motherfuckin' 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 long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin' 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 you're prob'ly sick of me now Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! [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 (Ha!) [Verse 2] I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't 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-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must've had his panties 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'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 the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him 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 (Uh) [Verse 3] Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore 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' Goin' through public housing systems Victim of Münchausen'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 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're gettin' older now And it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick He's gonna know that you're 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 funeral (ha-ha!) 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! [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