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Исполнитель: Eminem
Песня: Cleaning out my closet
Альбом: Em Show
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Verse 1
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 is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's
behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep as
ocean's explodin.' Tempers flaring 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,' an' takin' names in the
evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they
mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure
me out. / Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of
me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.
Chorus 2X
I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant
to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my
closet.
Verse 2
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'ma 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
picture leavin' 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 them bullets out of
that gun. / Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome
y'all to The Eminem Show.
Chorus 2X
Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this
record is dissin,' / But put yourself in my position.
Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin'
prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchin' that
someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.'
Going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen'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, yer gettin' older now and it's
cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' up so quick,
he's gonna know that your phoney. / 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 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 can be.
Chorus 4X
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,
but 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 Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus 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 as 'Slim']
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!
Eminem - "Cum On Everybody" : текст песни
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um... twelve
My favourite color is red, like the blood shed
From Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs until my show
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it
I freestylin every verse that I spit
Cuz I don't even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphillis
Put my LP on your Christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
Cuz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody screamin' "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All y'all get the hell out now"
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry
But Eminem this is your record release party!
I'm bored out of my gourd
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich short of a picnic basket
One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
Feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cuz they think I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told 'em I was Mike D, they was like
gee I don't know, he might be!
I told em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin by the Loch Ness monster, peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out til I started bustin freestyles
Broke out
then I dipped quick, back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of prank calls collect
(Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?)
I wanna make songs all the fellas dog
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset
Cum on everybody get down tonight
Eminem - "Ken Kaniff [Skit]" : текст песни
Uh, oh yeah
Oh, suck it
Oh, fuck you
Oh, Shaggy
Oh, this is why they call you two dope ain't it
Oh, fuck you
Oh, take it out, take it out
Oh, now give something to Jay
Oh, violent Jay
Wait don't bite it
Don't be violent with it now just suck it
Nice and slow, yeah
Oh, oh fuck yeah
You got oh
Now give it back to Shagy
He was sucking it better
Oh, now say my name
(Eminem)
Say my name
(Eminem)
WHAT?
Oh fuck you guys
Give me my dick back
Fuck you guys
If you want Eminem you can have Eminem
Fuck you guys I'm leaving
(Ken no!)
(Ken wait, oh damn)
(Nice going Shaggy)
Eminem - "Ken Kaniff" : текст песни
[Ken Kaniff]I'm gonna call this motherfucker.
Oh fuck yeah.
Give him a piece of mind. A piece of my ass.
[Operator]Thank you for waiting. Hello, may I help you.
[Ken Kaniff]Oh thank you. I need to make a collect call.
[Operator]What number?
[Ken Kaniff]Oh the number is **6-2***
[Operator]At the tone, please say your name.
[Ken Kaniff]Kenneth Kaniff, from Connecticut. Automated piece of shit.
[Eminem]Yo.
[Ken Kaniff]Hey there, cock boy.
[Eminem]Who's this?
[Ken Kaniff]This is Ken Kaniff.
[Eminem]Who?
[Ken Kaniff]Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, you little bitch.
[Eminem]From Connecticut? I don't know nobody in Connecticut.
[Ken Kaniff]Yeah, you wanna get a hotel room with me?
[Eminem]A hotel room?
[Ken Kaniff]Yeah, you want me to lick your ass, Eminem?
[Eminem]Yo, who is this, Cage?
[Ken Kaniff]You want me to fuckin melt in your mouth and not in your hand?
Melt in your ass you little cock boy.
[Eminem]Yo, shut up you little bitch.
[Ken Kaniff]Oh, you think I'm lying huh...
[Eminem]Hahahahahaha
Eminem - "Just Don't Give A Fuck" : текст песни
Intro Frogg:
Whoa, a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em,
and like, back and forth bacause, ah, this is what you thought it
wasn't. It bes the brothers roughest to enter, dirty dozen.
I be the F-R-O and double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse 1 Eminem, (Frogg):
Slim Shady
Brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80
You little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album
Admit it, fuck it, I'll be comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, hocus smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin
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