I’m Cleaning Out My Closet (Em’s Parents Diss Track) (Eminem Only) lyrics

[Intro]
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There ya go
Yeah
Yo, yo

[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 motherf*cking 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 vinegar in they mouth
See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet cha prolly sick of me now
Ain't chu, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry, Mama

[Chorus]
I never meant to hurt chu
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 chu
I never meant to make you cry
But, tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet (Hah)
[Verse 2]
I got some skeletons in my closet and Ion'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 da '73
Before I ever had a multiplatinum-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 just f*cking 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 da face 'em da day
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 killed '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

[Chorus]
I never meant to hurt chu
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 chu
I never meant to make you cry
But, tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second a listen 'fore you think this record is dissing
But put cha self in my position, just try da envision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
b*tching that someone's always going through her purse and sh*t's missing
Going 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, 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 da 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 cha phony
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But chu'll never see her, she won't even be at cha funeral (Haha)
See, what hurts me the most is you admit chu was wrong
b*tch, do your song, keep telling yourself that chu was a mom
But, how dare you try da take what chu didn't help me da get?
You selfish b*tch, I hope you f*cking burn in Hell for this sh*t
Remember 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, Mama

[Chorus]
I never meant to hurt chu
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 chu
I never meant to make you cry
But, tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet