Letras de Músicas de Baladas

EMINEM-CLEANIN' OUT MY CLOSET

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 fuckin 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
Leav´ with a taste as sour as vinegae in ther
mouth
See, they can triggee me but 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 ridiculous now

Chorus 2x:
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

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 I close it
I´ma expose it, I´ll take you back to ´73 before
I ever had a multiplatinum sellin´ CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
my faggot 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 fuckin´
wish he would die
I look at Hailie and 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 Halilie´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 dumm,but
the smartest shit I did was take them bullets
out of that gun
Cuz´ I´da killed´em, shit I would have shoot Kim
an´ him both it´s my life, I´d like to welcome
y´all to The Eminem Show

Chorus 2x

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´ through her
purse and shits missin´
Goin´ through housing syndrom 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, yee gettin´ oldee now and it´s
cold when you´re lonely
An´ Nathan´s growin´ up so quick, he´s gonna
know that you´re phoney
And Hailie´s gettin´ so big now,you should see
her,she´s beautiful
But you´ll never see her,she wont 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 fuckin´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

Chorus 4x

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