CANTANTE: Eminem

TITULO:Cleaning Out My Closet (clean Version)

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 f***in' 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.
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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 f****t 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 f***in' 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 s*** i did was take them bullets out of that gun. / cuz id'a killed 'em, s*** i would have shot kim an' him both. it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the eminem show.
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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 s***'s 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 f***in' burn in hell for this s***. / remember when ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? well, guess what, i am dead. dead to you as can be.
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