Cleanin' out my closet

Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind

All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans 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 vineger in they mouth

See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now...

&cpoy; Eminem, 2002, Cleaning out my closet
Chorus:

Am Em/B Am Em/B
I'm sorry mama I never meant hurt to
F Em Am
I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

One More Time
Am Em/B Am Em/B
I said I'm sorry mama I never meant hurt to you
F Em Am
I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

Ha!
[Verse #2] Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am (Akkordfolge durch die Verse)

I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw 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 selling CD

I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggy father must've had his panties up in a punch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die

I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I 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 the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show.

Chorus:

Am Em/B Am Em/B
I'm sorry mama I never meant hurt to
F Em Am
I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

One More Time
Am Em/B Am Em/B
I said I'm sorry mama I never meant hurt to you
F Em Am
I never meant make you cry But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

Ha!
[Verse #2] Am Em/B Am Em/B F Em Am (Akkordfolge durch die Verse)

Now I would never diss my own mama 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 invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchausen 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 your 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, your getting 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 even be at your funeral *hahaha*
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 bitch, I hope you fucking 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.

Eminem, 2002