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letra de eminem cleaning out your closet cover - chase bluck

alright here i go

where’s my snare?
i have no snare in my headphones
there you
where’s my snare?
i have no snare in my headphones
there you go
yeah, yo, yo

have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
i have, i been protested and demonstrated against
picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
sick is the mind of the motherf-ckin’ kid that’s behind
tempers flarin’ from parents, just blow ’em off and keep goin’
all this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin’
not takin’ nothin’ from no one, give ’em h-ll long as i’m breathin’
leave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
look at me now! i bet you’re prolly sick of me now
ain’t you, mama? i’ma make you look so ridiculous now!

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
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
before i ever had a multi-platinum-selling cd
i was a baby, maybe i was just a couple of months old
my f-ggot father must’ve had his panties up in a bunch
no, i don’t, on second thought, i just f-ckin’ wished he would die
even if i hated kim, i’d grit my t–th 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 ’em today
what i did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
but the smartest sh-t i did was take the bullets out of that gun
’cause i’da k!lled ’em, sh-t, i woulda shot kim and him both
it’s my life, i’d like to welcome y’all to the eminem show

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
i said i’m sorry, mama
i never meant to hurt you
but tonight i’m cleanin’ out my closet

now, i would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
take a second to listen ‘fore you think this record is dissin’
witnessin’ your mama poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchen
b-tchin’ that someone’s always goin’ through her purse and sh-t’s missin’
goin’ through public housing systems, victim of münchausen’s syndrome
my whole life i was made to believe i was sick when i wasn’t
’til i grew up
so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
and nathan’s growin’ up so quick, he’s gonna know that you’re phony
but you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral (ha-ha!
b-tch, do your song, keep tellin’ yourself that you was a mom!
you selfish b-tch, i hope you f-ckin’ burn in h-ll for this sh-t!
well, guess what? i am dead—dead to you as can be!
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
i said 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

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

- chase bluck

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