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Cleaning
Out My Closet Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I´ve been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs from my wicked rhymes. Look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin´ kid that´s behind And all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean´s explodin´ Tempers flaring from paretrsm 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 Leavin´ wiht the taste of the sourest vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me but they will nerver figure me out Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now Ain´t ya mama, I´m a make you look so rificulous 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 I got some skeletons in my closet and I don´t know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it, I´m a expose it I´ll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum 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´ wished he would die I look at Hailie and I couldn´t even picture leavin´ her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I tried To make it work eith her at least for Hailis 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 dumb But the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun Cuz I would have killed ´em, shit I would have shot Kim an´ them both It´s my life, I´d like to welcome y´all to The Eminem Show Chorus 2x Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin´ But put yourself in my position, just try to envision withnessin´ Your mama poppin´ prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin´ that someone´s always goin´ through her purse and shits missin´ Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen´s syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn´t ´till 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 justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, you getti´ older now and it´s cold when ya lonley An´ Nathan´s growin´ up so quick, he´s gonna know that ya phoney And Hailie´s gettin´ so big now, you should see her, she´s beautyful But you´ll never see her, she won´t even be at your funeral (Ha Ha) See what hurts me the most is you won´t admirt that 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 could be Stan My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background 2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan This is Stan {Chorus: Dido} [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering cold for you, four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never knew my father neither; he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S. We should be together too {Chorus: Dido} [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out? {*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*} .. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*} {Chorus: Dido} [Eminem] Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is you? You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you Damn! Without
Me With Out Me [Obie Trice] "Obie Trice, Real Name No Gimmicks..." [Beat Changes] [Eminem] Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside. Two trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside. [Female Voice] "Ooooohhhhh!" [Eminem] Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back... Verse 1: I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to See Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya A little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey" You waited this long to stop debating Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know you got a job Ms. Cheney But your husbands heart problem is complicated So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They tried to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on dip, bum on your lips jump back, jiggle her hip and wiggle a bit And get ready cuz this is about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits, "_uck you Debbie!" Chorus: Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it feels so empty without me Verse 2: Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prison is helpless, Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "b*tch" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, Pollutin' the air waves a rebel So let me just revel and bask, In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix your bent antenna Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter Into the front of your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing "Attention Please" Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? (Chorus 2x) Verse 3: A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this & that sh_t Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie, You 36 year old bald headed scared ____ me You don't know me, you're too old Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I will be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes man it just seems, Everybody only wants to discuss me So this means I'm disgusting, But its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) There's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'll be so empty without me (Chorus 2x) Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la "Kids!"
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