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Artista: Eminem
Álbum: The Eminem Show
Música: Cleanin' Out My Closet
www.eminem.com.br

Where's my snare?
I have no snare on my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo, yo

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 this mind, of the motherfucking 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 wit' the taste of sour wit' vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya prolly sick of me now, ain't you mama
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now

CHORUS
I'm sorry mama
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 mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet

I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don't 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 faggot father must've 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 would just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim
I'd 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 the bullets outta that gun
'Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I would've shot Kim 'n' him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 'The Eminem Show'

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Now I would never diss 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 shit'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
Till 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, you're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin' 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!

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