Акорди та текст пісні «Cleanin Out My Closet», «Eminem»

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 motha fuckin´ 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 one, give ´em hell long as I´m breathin.´ Keep kickin´ ass in the mornin,´ an´ takin´ names in the evening. / Leavem 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 ya probably sick of me now. Ain´t you mama, I´ma make you look so ridiculous now. Chorus 2X 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. Verse 2 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. I´ll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin´ 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 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 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 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. / Cuz id´a killed ´em, shit I would have shot Kim an´ him both. It´s my life, I´d like to welcome y´all to The Eminem Show. Chorus 2X Verse 3 Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for 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´ throuh her purse and shits 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 ´til 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, yer gettin´ older now and it´s cold when your lonely. An´ Nathan´s getting´ 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 even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you won´t admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya 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.