by Eedee » Oct 5th, '11, 01:27
CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET (Here's the lyrics so it's easier for you guys to do your thing to 'em. This was a bitch to type outta the TES booklet haha)
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 as the mind as the motherfucking kid that's behind.
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin',
Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going,
Not takin' nothing from no one, give 'em Hell long as I'm breathin',
Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evening,
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth,
See, they can trigger me, but they never figure me out,
Look at me now, I bet you're probably sick of me now,
ain't you momma? I'm make you look so ridiculous now!
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, 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 have 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 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 outta that gun.
Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit I woulda shot Kim and him both,
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem Show.
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition,
Take a second to listen if you think this record is dissin',
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision,
witnessin' your momma poppin' perscription pills in the kitchen,
Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse and shit's 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,
till I grew up, now I blew up, It makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
So you could 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!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong,
Bitch do ya song, keep telling 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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