Cleaing Out My Closet歌词

New York City, how many people out there still got beef with the relative
'Cause no one knows, I tried to squash the beef with Ma, but she won't shut up
And if y'all know me like Proof knows me
Say, "Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie" (Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie)
I said, "Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie" (Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie)
Say, "Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie" (Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie)
I say, "Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie" (Fvxk you, Debbie, Debbie)
Have you ever 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 motherfvxkin' 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' axs in the morning and takin' names in the evening
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!
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, New York!)
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