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 Cleanin Out My 
 
 Intro:
 Where's my snare?
 I have  snare on my headphones
 There you go
 Yeah
 Yo yo
 
 Verse 1
 Have you ever been hated, or  against?
 I have, I've been protested and demostrated 
 Picket signs  my wicked rhymes, look at the times
 Sick is the mind, of  mothain' kid that's behind
 All  commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
 Tempers  from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin'
 Not takin' nothin' from no one, give em hell long as I'm 
 Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', and takin'  in the evenin'
 Leave  with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
 See they can trigger me, but  never figure me out
  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  you
 I never meant make you 
 But tonight, I'm cleanin' out my 
 
 One More Time
 
 I said,
 I'm sorry mama
 I never  to hurt you
  never meant make you cry
 But tonight, I'm  out my closet
 Ha!
 
 Verse 2
 I got some  in my closet
 And I  know if no one knows it
 So before they throw me inside  coffin and close it
  expose it, I'll take you back to '73
 Before I ever  a multi-platinum sellin' CD
 I was a baby maybe I was just  couple of months
 My faggot father must have had his  up in a bunch
 'Cause he split, I  if he even kissed me goodbye
 No I don't, on second thought I just in'  he would die
 I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin'  side
 Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I  to make it work
 With her  least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
 But I'm only human but  man enough to face 'em today
 What I did was stupid, no doubt  was dumb
 But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta  gun
 Cause I'da killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim  him both
 It's my life, I'd like to welcome  to The Eminem show
 
 Chorus (2x)
 
 Verse 3
 Now  would never dis my own mama just to get recognition
 Take a second  listen for you think this record is dissin'
 But put yourself in my  just try to envision
 Witnessin' your mama poppin'  pills in the kitchen
 Bitchin'  someone's always going through her purse and shit's missin'
 Goin' through public  systems, victim of Munchhausen Syndrome
 My whole life I  made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
  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  me, MA?
 So you could try  justify the way you treated me, MA?
 But guess what, your gettin' older now  it's cold when your lonely
 And Nathan's growin' up so quick he's gonna  that your phoney
 And Hailie's gettin' so big  you should see her, she's beautiful
  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 
 Bitch, do  song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom
 But how  you try to take what you didn't help me to get
  selfish bitch, I hope you in' burn in hell for this shit!
 Remember when  died and you said you wished it was me?
 Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you  can be!!