Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it
Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am for closure
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, 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 through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But it's to justify
bad is good
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 it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
And don't think 'cause been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and shit was rotten
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit I've gone
Feelings I harbor, all pain of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who to talk to than you?
The cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene like it was my last
You see through
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
But it's to justify
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 side of the
Like nine frickin' and forty five minutes now
Finally I found new address, park in your drive
Feel I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you up an axe up and then swung
to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that back as they suck

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, comes my favorite lyric
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 this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it
you love your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I
That sirens I Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope gets an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, this is for him and Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you homos again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all odds, toilets clogged
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 and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in 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 you hate that you became
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I represent everything you take for
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's a facade and
Matthew and Stan's symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
after all the glitz and the glam 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!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest case
Better make sure you're a wallop

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