Cleaning Out My Closet – Eminem Music Codes and Lyrics

Cleaning Out My Closet – Eminem Music Code

Cleaning Out My Closet – Eminem Music Code and Lyrics Code

Cleaning Out My Closet – Eminem

[Intro]
Where’s my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones – there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo

[Eminem]
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 of the mother f**kin kid that’s behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean’s exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow ‘em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give ‘em hell long as I’m breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
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 ya probably sick of me now ain’t you momma?
I’m a make you look so ridiculous now

[Chorus: Eminem]
I’m sorry momma!
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 momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

[Eminem]
Ha! 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’m a 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 fag got father must have 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 f**kin wished he would die
I look at Halie, and I couldn’t picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d try
to make it work with her at least for Halie’s sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I’m only human, but I’m man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest sh!t I did was take the bullets out of that gun
’cause I’d have killed them; sh!t I would have shot Kim and them both
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to “The Eminence Show”

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Now I would never discs my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitch in that someone’s always gin through her purse and shirt’s missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of Münchhausen’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 ya 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 getting older now and it’s cold when your lonely
And Nathan’s growing up so quick he’s gonna know that your phony
And Halie’s getting 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 your 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 b!tch; I hope you f**kin burn in hell for this sh!t
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead – dead to you as can be!