God Is Cleaning Out My Closet (Religious Remix)

[Intro: Groove Coverage] God is a girl! [Verse 1: Eminem] Yo, yo, yo, yo Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as 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 probably sick of me now Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! Look so ridiculous now, look so ridiculous now Look so ridiculous now, make you look so ridiculous now Now, now, now, now, now, now... [Verse 2: Groove Coverage] Remembering me, discover and see All over the world, she's known as a girl To those who are free, their minds shall be keep Forgotten as the past, 'cause history will last [Chorus: Groove Coverage] God is a girl, wherever you are Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, whatever you say Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, however you live Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, she's only a girl Do you believe it? Can you receive it? [Verse 3: Eminem] His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, there goes gravity There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo! [Interlude: Eminem] One shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment [Verse 4: Eminem] 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 have 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 him, shit], I woulda shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show [Chorus: Groove Coverage] God is a girl, wherever you are Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, whatever you say Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, however you live Do you believe it? Can you receive it? God is a girl, she's only a girl Do you believe it? Can you receive it? [Verse 5: Eminem] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper All the pain inside amplified by the Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to- Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfuckin' option—failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot So here I go, it's my shot: feet, fail me not This may be the only opportunity that I got [Outro: Groove Coverage] God is a girl!