It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt Tried everything to get my off you, it won't 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 search Maybe I to grow up a little first Looks like I hit a growth But I am coming for Don't an explanation I'm owed for The way that you turned your on me when I may have needed you most Oh, you it was over 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 recovered but tonight I betcha whatcha 'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I have suffered Can't think of a way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this" Heart is saying: "I will I bury this bitch alive Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"
I flee the like 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 What's bad is And I to be the bad guy I just to be the bad guy
And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it? Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, Thought some time had past and I forget it, it! You left our in shambles You expect me to just get over Pretend he never existed Maybe gone, but not forgotten And don't think he's been out the pictures so long That I've stopped the plottin' and still coming to get ya You're wrong and shit was rotten And the way you him, same shit you did to me you any idea that shit I've gone through? Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to Not once you called to ask me how I'm Letters, you don't to 'em Fuck it, I'm to see you And gee who better to to than you? The to my problems 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 right Oh, you had me pegged the time You can't see the But easier 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 driving around your side of the nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now Finally I found your new address, in your drive Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of 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 for ya empathy, I don't need your apology Or friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom I reach my full potential, I peeked Continue to peep, bent low Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo Sneak all the way to the back porch Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You plan for intruders before hand? Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung Like you picked up an axe up and swung Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as suck
It's just me, you and the now, Slim I hope you it we are in a car right now Wait, comes my favorite lyric I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP Just to try to get to buy How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially Eminem killed by Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it you love your city so much I figured, what the the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two exits, town is quite near I hope we get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest As cops appear in my side mirror (Help, god police, ah!!) Hope foxtrot gets an aerial 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 hate again!
I also anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat I'm the you fell asleep in and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen Perfect time to some remorse to show for your sin No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're in When they say all of is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that over, here we go all over again
Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of but I'm backing it all up But in my head a voice in the back 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 back of tonsils Eating your chords after your concerts I'm your time almost up that you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the bullies you hate you became With every you slaughtered Coming back on you every woman you there With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters I represent everything you take for Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are 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 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 biggest laughing of rap who can't call it quits But time to walk away I'm ever guilt the baggage you had But as you gather up all your If there's anything you have to say it makes an impact don't bother So before you rest your Better make sure packing a wallop
So one time, I'm back Before it into black and it's all over Behold the final in the saga Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle Twice the magic started it all portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own Tap into Blacker and than anything imaginable Here goes a stab in the dark As we pick up the last left off