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 Cleanin Out  Closet
 
 Intro:
 Where's my snare?
 I have no snare on my 
 There you go
 Yeah
 Yo yo
 
 Verse 1
 Have  ever been hated, or discriminated against?
 I have, I've been protested and  against
 Picket  for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
 Sick is the  of the mothain' kid that's behind
 All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans 
 Tempers flarin' from parents just  'em off and keep goin'
 Not takin' nothin' from no one, give em hell long as  breathin'
 Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', and takin' names  the evenin'
 Leave them with a taste as sour as vinegar in  mouth
 See  can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
 Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick  me now
 Ain't you mama,  make you look so ridiculous now
 
 Chorus (2x)
 I'm sorry mama
 I never meant to  you
 I never  make you cry
 But tonight,  cleanin' out my closet
 
 One More Time
 
 I said,
 I'm sorry mama
 I never  to hurt you
 I never meant make  cry
 But tonight, I'm cleanin'  my closet
 Ha!
 
 Verse 2
 I got some skeletons  my closet
 And I don't know if  one knows it
 So before they throw me inside my coffin and close 
 Imma expose it, I'll take you  to '73
 Before I  had a multi-platinum sellin' CD
 I was a baby maybe I was  a couple of months
 My faggot father must have had  panties up in a bunch
  he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
 No I don't, on second thought I just in'  he would die
 I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin'  side
 Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and  try to make it work
 With her at least for  sake I maybe made some mistakes
 But  only human but I'm man enough to face 'em today
 What I did was stupid, no doubt it was 
 But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets  that gun
 Cause  killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both
 It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to  Eminem show
 
 Chorus (2x)
 
 Verse 3
 Now I would never dis my  mama just to get recognition
 Take a second to listen  you think this record is dissin'
 But  yourself in my position, just try to envision
 Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills  the kitchen
 Bitchin' that someone's always going through her purse and  missin'
 Goin' through public housing  victim of Munchhausen Syndrome
 My whole life I was made to  I was sick when I wasn't
 'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick  your stomach, doesn't it?
 Wasn't it the reason you made that CD  me, MA?
 So you could try to  the way you treated me, MA?
 But guess what, your gettin'  now and it's cold when your lonely
 And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's  know that your phoney
  Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
 But you'll  see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha*
 See what  me the most, is you won´t admit you was wrong
 Bitch, do ya  keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom
 But how dare you try  take what you didn't help me to get
 You selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn in hell for this 
 Remember when Ronnie died and you said you  it was me?
 Well guess what, I am dead,  to you as can be!!