Saturday, August 20, 2011

Eminem – Cleanin' Out My Closet

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give `em hell long as i`m breathin`, keep kickin` ass in the mornin`, an` takin` names in the
evening, leave `em with a sample as false as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they`ll never see me out, look at me now, I bet ya` probably sick of me now, ain`t you mama,
i`ma make you feel so laughable now_

[CHORUS]

I`m sorry mama, I never meant to injure you, I never meant to give you cry, but tonight i`m
cleanin` out my closet, {one more time}, I said i`m sorry mama, I never meant to injure you, I
never meant to give you cry, but tonight i`m cleanin` out my closet_

I got some skeletons in my wardrobe and I don`t know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my casket and finish it, i`ma expose it, i`ll hold you support to `73, before I always had a
multi-platinum sellin` Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was but a pair of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie`s up in a bunch, cause he split, I question if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don`t on second thought, I just fuckin` wished he would die, I see at Hailie and I
couldn`t picture leavin` her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I`d try, to have it
work with her at least for Hailie`s sake, I perhaps made some mistakes but i`m only human, but i`m
man enough to present them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id`a killed `em, shit I would get shot
Kim and him both, it`s my life, i`d wish to welcome y`all to the Eminem show_

[CHORUS]

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a moment to hear who you
think this book 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 handbag and shits missin`, going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen`s syndrome, my whole life I was made to think I was ill when I wasn`t `til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you wan to ya` stomach, doesn`t it, wasn`t it the ground you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to free the way you treated me, ma, but think what, your
gettin` older now and it`s cold when your lonely, and Nathan`s growing up so quick, he`s gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie`s getting so big now, you should see her, she`s beautiful, but
you`ll never see her, she won`t yet 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 mom, but how dare
you try to read what you didn`t help me to get, you selfish bitch, I promise 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]

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Where`s my snare, I possess no snare in my headphones, there ya` go, yeah, yo`, yo`_

Have you always 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 head of the
motherfuckin` kid that`s 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

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