Cleanin’ Out My Closet [Clean] Lyrics – Eminem
Eminem raps about his father abandoning him as a child, his turbulent affair with his ex-wife Kim, and his irreparably damaged relationship with his mother Debbie. For an update on Em’s relationship with his mother, check “Headlights” from his 2013 album The Marshall Mathers LP2:But I’m sorry, Mama, for “Cleanin' Out My Closet” At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so Never meant that far to take it, though ‘Cause now I know it’s not your fault and I’m not making jokes That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio
| Song Name : | Cleanin’ Out My Closet |
| Album / Movie : | The Eminem Show |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Shady, Aftermath, Interscope |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Where’s my snare?I have no snare in my headphonesThere you goYeahYo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?I have, I’ve been protested and demonstrated againstPicket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the timesSick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that’s behindAll this commotion emotions run deep as ocean’s explodingTempers flaring from parents just blow ’em off and keep goingNot taking nothing from no one give ’em hell long as I’m breathingKeep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the eveningLeave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouthSee they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me outLook at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain’t you momma?I’ma make you look so ridiculous now
I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)I said I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet
Ah, I got some skeletons in my closetAnd I don’t know if no one knows itSo before they throw me inside my coffin and close itI’ma expose it, I’ll take you back to ’73Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CDI was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of monthsMy faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbyeNo I don’t. On second thought I just fucking wished he would dieI look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leaving her sideEven if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d tryTo make it work with her at least for Hailie’s sakeI maybe made some mistakes, but I’m only humanBut I’m man enough to face them todayWhat I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun‘Cause I’da killed him, shit I would’ve shot Kim and him bothIt’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to “The Eminem Show”
I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)I said I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognitionTake a second to listen for who you think this record is dissingBut put yourself in my position, just try to envisionWitnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchenBitching that someone’s always going through her purse and shit’s missingGoing through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen’s SyndromeMy 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 stomachDoesn’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 you’re lonelyAnd Nathan’s growing up so quick he’s gonna know that you’re phonyAnd Hailie’s getting so big now, you should see her, she’s beautifulBut you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeralSee what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrongBitch do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a momBut how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to getYou selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shitRemember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)I said I’m sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI’m cleaning out my closet
