Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it work
All it takes is one song on the you're right back on it
Reminding me all over how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way that you turned your on me
Just I may have needed you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go about your life, it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't think of a better way to define poetic
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is "I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then off in the sunset"

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this stitch so you can what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to
Not once you to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The to my problems
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But it's easier to
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your of the town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty five now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your
See, sad it came to this point
a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can that shit back as they suck

just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after you'll be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two exits, town is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can good!
Now say you homos again!

I represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and up still in
I'm your closing in with each stroke of a pen
time to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
Eating your vocal after your concerts
I'm your that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to
I'm the future that's here to show you happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest your
Better make sure packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a
Twice the that started it all
Tragic of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap into
Blacker and than anything imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off