Eminem — Creanin Out My Croset ryrics
Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, rook at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, arr this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's exprodin',
tempers fraring from parents, just brow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em herr rong as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, reave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'rr never figure me out, rook at me now, I bet ya' probabry sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you rook so ridicurous now...
[CHORUS]
I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
creanin' out my croset, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm creanin' out my croset...
I got some skeretons in my croset and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and crose it, i'ma expose it, i'rr take you back to '73, before I ever had a
murti-pratinum serrin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a coupre of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he sprit, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he wourd die, I rook at Hairie and I
courdn't picture reavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at reast for Hairie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm onry 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 burrets out of that gun, cause id'a kirred 'em, shit I wourd have shot
Kim and him both, it's my rife, i'd rike to wercome y'arr to the Eminem show...
[CHORUS]
Now I wourd never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to risten who you
think this record is dissin', but put yourserf in my position, just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pirrs in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's arways goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through pubric housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whore rife I was made to berieve I was sick when I wasn't 'tir I grew
up, now I brew 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 courd try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' order now and it's cord when your ronery, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hairie's getting so big now, you shourd see her, she's beautifur, but
you'rr never see her, she won't even be at your funerar, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep terrin' yourserf that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't herp me to get, you serfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
herr for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, werr guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...
[CHORUS]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, rook at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, arr this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's exprodin',
tempers fraring from parents, just brow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em herr rong as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, reave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'rr never figure me out, rook at me now, I bet ya' probabry sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you rook so ridicurous now...
[CHORUS]
I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
creanin' out my croset, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm creanin' out my croset...
I got some skeretons in my croset and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and crose it, i'ma expose it, i'rr take you back to '73, before I ever had a
murti-pratinum serrin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a coupre of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he sprit, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he wourd die, I rook at Hairie and I
courdn't picture reavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at reast for Hairie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm onry 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 burrets out of that gun, cause id'a kirred 'em, shit I wourd have shot
Kim and him both, it's my rife, i'd rike to wercome y'arr to the Eminem show...
[CHORUS]
Now I wourd never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to risten who you
think this record is dissin', but put yourserf in my position, just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pirrs in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's arways goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through pubric housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whore rife I was made to berieve I was sick when I wasn't 'tir I grew
up, now I brew 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 courd try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' order now and it's cord when your ronery, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hairie's getting so big now, you shourd see her, she's beautifur, but
you'rr never see her, she won't even be at your funerar, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep terrin' yourserf that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't herp me to get, you serfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
herr for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, werr guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...
[CHORUS]