EMINEM | Cleanin’ Out My Closet Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

EMINEM | Cleanin’ Out My Closet Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Published on May 15, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Song Scale: A Minor

Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 75
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 (Intro)
 
 Am E7 Am E
              E7   F E7 Am
 Where’s my snare?
 Am
 I have no snare in my headphones
   Am           E7     Am E7 F E7 Am
 There you go, yeah, yo, yo
 
 Verse 1
           Am                      E7
 Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
           Am                          E7
 I have, I’ve been protested and demonstrated against
          F                          E7
 Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
               Am
 Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin’ kid that’s behind
 
            Am                           E7
 All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin’
           Am                              E7
 Tempers flarin’ from parents, just blow ’em off and keep goin’
             F                              E7
 Not takin’ nothin’ from no one, give ’em hell long as I’m breathin’
                Am
 Keep kickin’ ass in the morning and takin’ names in the evenin’
 
                     Am                 E7
 Leave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
                   Am                            E7
 See, they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me out
              F                         E7
 Look at me now! I bet you’re prob’ly sick of me now
              Am
 Ain’t you, Mama? I’ma make you look so ridiculous now!
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
             Am E7
 I’m sorry, Mama
                   Am      E7
 I never meant to hurt you
            F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                           Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet (One more time!)
 
                   Am E7
 I said I’m sorry, Mama
  E7               Am     E7
 I never meant to hurt you
                   F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                        Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet (Ha!)
 
 (Verse-2)
              Am
 I got some skeletons in my closet
     E7
 And I don’t know if no one knows it
        Am                             E7
 So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
          F                              E7
 I’ma expose it; I’ll take you back to ’73
   E7         Am
 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD
 
             Am                        E7
 I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
              Am                            E7
 My faggot father must’ve had his panties up in a bunch
             F                          E7
 ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
           Am
 No, I don’t, on second thought, I just fuckin’ wished he would die
 
              Am                           E7
 I look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leavin’ her side
            Am                       E7
 Even if I hated Kim, I’d grit my teeth and I’d try
             F                                   E7
 To make it work with her at least for Hailie’s sake
  E7                    Am
 I maybe made some mistakes
  Am
 But I’m only human, but I’m man enough to face ’em today
 
 Am                          E7
 What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
                  Am                             E7
 But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun
                  F                       E7
 ‘Cause I’da killed ’em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both
           Am
 It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to The Eminem Show
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
             Am E7
 I’m sorry, Mama
                   Am      E7
 I never meant to hurt you
            F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                           Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet (One more time!)
 
                   Am E7
 I said I’m sorry, Mama
  E7               Am     E7
 I never meant to hurt you
                   F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                        Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet (Uh)
 
 [VERSE THREE]
                 Am                             E7
 Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
            Am                                    E7
 Take a second to listen ‘fore you think this record is dissin’
             F                          E7
 But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
                    Am
 Witnessin’ your mama poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchen
 
                 Am                          E7
 Bitchin’ that someone’s always goin’ through her purse and shit’s missin’
                 Am
 Goin’ through public housing systems
               E7
 Victim of Münchausen’s Syndrome
           F                            E7
 My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t
             Am
 ‘Til I grew up, now I blew up
        Am
 It makes you sick to your stomach, doesn’t it?
 
 Am                                   E7
 Wasn’t it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?
                Am                         E7
 So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?
             F
 But guess what, you’re gettin’ older now
            E7
 And it’s cold when you’re lonely
                Am
 And Nathan’s growin’ up so quick
              
 He’s gonna know that you’re phony
 
      Am                                  E7
 And Hailie’s gettin’ so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful
              Am                           E7
 But you’ll never see her—she won’t even be at your funeral (ha-ha!)
            F                            E7
 See, what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
                Am
 Bitch, do your song, keep tellin’ yourself that you was a mom!
 
          Am                               E7
 But how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get?!
            Am                              E7
 You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin’ burn in hell for this shit!
         F                             E7
 Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
               Am
 Well, guess what, I am dead—dead to you as can be!
 
 (Chorus)
             Am E7
 I’m sorry, Mama
                   Am      E7
 I never meant to hurt you
            F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                           Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet (One more time!)
 
                   Am E7
 I said I’m sorry, Mama
  E7               Am     E7
 I never meant to hurt you
                   F
 I never meant to make you cry
        E7                        Am
 But tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closet 

Lyrics


Where’s my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you 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, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that’s behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean’s exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow ’em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one give ’em hell long as I’m breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening
Leave ’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they’ll never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now ain’t you momma?
I’mma make you look so ridiculous now
I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
And I don’t know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I’mma expose it, I’ll take you back to ’73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling 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
‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don’t. On second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn’t picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d try
To make it work with her at least for Hailie’s 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 the bullets outta that gun
‘Cause I’da killed him, shit I would’ve shot Kim and him both
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome y’all to “The Eminem Show”
I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision
Witnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone’s always going through her purse and shit’s missing
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
‘Til 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 to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You’re getting older now and it’s cold when you’re lonely
And Nathan’s growing up so quick he’s gonna know that you’re phony
And Hailie’s getting so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful
But you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep telling 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 fucking 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 can be!
I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet (one more time)
I said I’m sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I’m cleaning out my closet

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