Eminem - Cleanin' Out My Closet Şarkı Sözleri

Where's my snare
I have no snare on my headphones
there you go

Have you eva 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 as the mind of the motherfucking kid thats behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin'
Tempers flarin' 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', and takin' names in the evenin'
Leaving with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouth
See they can trigga me, but they'll neva figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha probley sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I 'ma make you look so ridiculous now


I'm sorry mama
I neva meant to hurt you
I neva meant to make you cry
But tonight, I
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