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