Eminem – Cleanin Out My Closet (Guitar)

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[Intro]
Am  E  Am             E     
          Where's my snare?

F  E Am
        I have no snare in my headphones

Am              E Am E        
  There you go,         yeah

F  E    Am
 yo, yo
[Verse 1]
         Am                      E
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?

       Am                        E
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against

       F                           E
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times

            Am
Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind

             Am                          E
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin'

        Am                                  E
Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'

           F                             E
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                     E
Leave 'em with the taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth

              Am                            E
See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out

           F                         E
Look at me now! I bet you're prob'ly sick of me now

             Am                                   E
Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now!
[Chorus]
           Am   E
I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am             
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)

  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am          E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Ha!) 
[Verse 2]
            Am                
I got some skeletons in my closet

    E               
And I don't know if no one knows it

      Am                           E
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it

       F                               E
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73

          Am              
Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD

        Am                       E                      
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months

          Am                              E
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch

          F                           E
'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                              E
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side

         Am                      E
Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try

                F                              E
To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
              Am                                 
But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face 'em today

Am                          E
  What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb

                  Am                              E
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun

            F                           E
'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   E
I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am             
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)

  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am      E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet    (uh) 
[Verse 3]
                   Am                        E
Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition

       Am                                    E
Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'

            F                         E
But put yourself in my position, just try to envision

            Am                                             
Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen

               Am                                E
Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin'

              Am                                 E
Goin' through public housing systems victim of Münchausen's Syndrome

         F                                E
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't

            Am
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?

      Am                            E
Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?

             Am                         E
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?

          F                                        E
But guess what, you're gettin' older now 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                            E
And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful

           Am                           E          
But you'll never see her-she won't even be at your funeral (ha-ha!)

          F                                E
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                                   E
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?!

            Am                                 E 
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit!

          F                                E  
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   E
I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am             
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!)

  E               Am   E
I said I'm sorry, Mama

                 Am      E
I never meant to hurt you

                 F
I never meant to make you cry

      E                         Am          E
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet 
[Outro] Am E Am E F E Am Am E Am E F E Am