Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it work
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off
And me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am coming for
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way that you your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just close the
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never 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 saying: "I once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"

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

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just getting away with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get him? Pretend he never existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't 'cause he's been 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 played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit I've through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to to than you?
The cause to my
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But it's to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been around your side of the town
Like frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your
Feel I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't your apology
Or your of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom
Like I my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do
You plan for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but it
Since you your city so much
I figured, the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, 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 appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your
New Stan
Slim, pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car
Well go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah 'cause I'm a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every woman you there
With the double-standards you have when it to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a and
Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it 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 what happens
If you don't after they call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm ever trip the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact don't
So before you rest case
Better make sure you're packing a

So one last time, I'm
it fades into black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture that lightning in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
Blacker and darker anything imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the Mathers' left off