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GREATEST SONGS EVER WRITTEN #6:   Eminem, Hank Williams Jr.

GREATEST SONGS EVER WRITTEN #6: Eminem, Hank Williams Jr.

Mike Pease

June 21st, 2013

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“CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET”     EMINEM

Eminem-Out-My-ClosetEminem’s legendary freestyle battle rhymes proved to the world that he’s one of the most brilliant wordsmiths in the history of rap music. As documented in his film, 8 Mile, Eminem isn’t afraid to dig deep into his personal life and share family secrets to get his point across. In “Cleaning Out My Closet”, Marshall lets everyone know the situation with his ex-wife, Kim, his father leaving him early in his life, his supposed Munchausen’s syndrome as a child, and his strained relationship with his mom. It’s a chilling tale fit for the Jerry Springer Show but somehow Marshall turns into a fantastic rap masterpiece.

Have you eva 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 motherfucking 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 mornin’, and takin’ names in the evenin’
Leave’em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigga me, but they’ll neva figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha probley 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!

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
Imma 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 coupla 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 leaving her side,
Even if I hated Kim, I’d grit my teeth and I’d try to make it work
Wit 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 outta that gun
‘Cause I’d of killed ‘em, shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It’s my life, I’d like to welcome ya’ll 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

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 housin’ 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 grew up it makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn’t’t’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, ya gettin’ olda now and it’s cold when yaw lonely
And Nathan’s growin’ up so quick he’s going to know that you’re phony
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 whets hurts me the most, is you won’t admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song, keep tellin’ yaself 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 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!

 

 

“A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE” HANK WILLIAMS JR.

hank williams jr country boy surviveIt’s only natural to feel pride in your heritage, your family tradition, belief that you live in the greatest country in the world. Hank Williams wrote the Song Of The South National Anthem in 1982 when he sang about the self-sufficient, traditional life experienced by many living in a rural setting. Lines like “Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do” and “Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run” remind us that the technology we feel so reliant upon isn’t really essential. The song does include a chilling tale of a NYC man who was stabbed to death for $43 and justice would have been handled differently in Hank’s neck of the woods.  Hank remade the song after the 9/11 tragedy but nothing compares to the original.

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cuz we’re them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cuz we’re them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive