|Song||Cleaning Out My Closet|
|Technical Specifications||colour - format unknown|
Where's my Snare?|
I have no snare in my headphones.
There you go.
Yeah, yo, yo.
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 motherfuckin' kid thats behind.
All this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin',
Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow him off and keep goin'.
Not takin nothin' from noone give 'em hell as long as I'm breathin'.