conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Cleanin’ Out My Closet with the following description: Eminem raps about his father abandoning him as a child, his turbulent affair with his ex-wife Kim, and his irreparably damaged relationship with his mother Debbie.
  For an update on Em’s relationship with his mother, check “Headlights” from his 2013 album The Marshall Mathers LP2:
  But I’m sorry, Mama, for “Cleanin' Out My Closet”
  At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so
  Never meant that far to take it, though
  ‘Cause now I know it’s not your fault and I’m not making jokes
  That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio
  Also for an update on his relationship with Kim, check out “Bad Husband” from his 2017 album Revival.
  
  In 2015, D12 member Kuniva stated that this song’s instrumental was originally going to be used for D12’s debut studio album Devil’s Night. In 2020, Eminem recalled that he made the beat in the studio with D12 member Bizarre, with the intention of Bizarre using it. Through their recollections, it appears that Bizarre wanted to go in an extreme direction with the song, and when he received pushback from his D12 crew, he abandoned it, leaving it available for Eminem to work with. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Where's my snare?
  I have no snare in my headphones
  There you go
  Yeah
  Yo, yo
  [Verse 1]
  Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
  I have, I been protested and demonstrated against
  Picket signs for my wicked rhymes,
   
  look at the times
  Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind
  All this commotion, 
  emotions run deep as oceans,
   
  explodin'
  Tempers flarin' 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 morning and takin' names in the evenin'
  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 you're prolly sick of me now
  Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now!
  [Chorus]
  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 (One more time!)
  I said 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 (Ha!) [Verse 2]
  I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't 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 faggot father must've 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 fuckin' wished he would die
  I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side
  Even if I hated Kim, I'd 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 'em today
  What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
  But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun
  ‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both
  It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to 
  The Eminem Show
  [Chorus]
  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 (One more time!)
  I said 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 (Uh) [Verse 3]
  Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
  Take a second to listen 'fore 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' through her purse and shit's missin'
  Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen'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 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, you're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely
  And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony
  And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
  But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral (Ha-ha!)
  See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
  Bitch, do your 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? (Hehe)
  Well, guess what? I am dead—dead to you as can be!
  [Chorus]
  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 (One more time!)
  I said 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