Cleanin' Out My Closet (ver. 2) tab

Cleanin' Out My Closet (ver. 2)

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Tom: Am 
Intro: Am Em/B  Am Em/B       F Em  Am 
                Where's my snare? 
  
I have no snare on my headphones  
Am Em/B       Am  Em/B         F   Em  Am    
  There You go        Yeah  Yo yo  
{Verse #1}  Am Em/B  Am Em/B   F  Em Am  (Akkordfolge durch die Verse) 
    
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?  
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against  
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times  
Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind  
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans 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 vineger in they mouth  
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out  
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now  
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now  
{Chorus } 
           Am  Em/B 
I'm sorry mama  
               Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt to  
               F             
I never meant make you cry  
       Em                          Am 
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet  

One More Time  
                  Am  Em/B 
I said I'm sorry mama  
          Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt to you 
               F 
I never meant make you cry 
       Em                          Am  
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet  
Ha!  
{Verse #2} Am Em/B  Am Em/B   F  Em Am  (Akkordfolge durch die Verse) 
I got some skeletons in my closet  
And I dont know if no one knows it  
So before they throw 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 selling CD  
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months  
My faggy father must've had his panties up in a punch  
'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 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'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both  
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show  
{Chorus } 
           Am  Em/B 
I'm sorry mama  
               Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt to 
               F             
I never meant make you cry  
       Em                          Am 
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet  

One More Time  
                  Am  Em/B 
I said I'm sorry mama  
                Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt you 
               F 
I never meant make you cry 
       Em                          Am  
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet  
Ha!  
{Verse #3} Am Em/B  Am Em/B   F  Em Am  (Akkordfolge durch die Verse) 
Now I would never diss my own mama 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 invision  
Witnessing your mama 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 munchausen 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 your 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, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely  
And Nathan's growing 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 *hahaha* 
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  
{Chorus } 
           Am  Em/B 
I'm sorry mama  
               Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt to 
               F             
I never meant make you cry  
       Em                          Am 
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet  

One More Time  
                  Am  Em/B 
I said I'm sorry mama  
               Am     Em/B 
I never meant hurt to you 
               F 
I never meant make you cry 
       Em                          Am  
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet 
  
(fade 2 x) 
 Am Em/B  Am  Em/B     F   Em  Am 
 

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