Cleanin' out my closetHave you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demostrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick of this 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 Leaving with the taste of sour with viniger in they mouth