Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
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 how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about life, like 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 I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
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 think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
some time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the so long
That I've the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to to than you?
The cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first time
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
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around side of the town
Like nine frickin' 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 now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of house
See, it's sad it to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I
So I vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack 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 fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that back as they suck

It's just me, you and the now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have initials
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your city so
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I
sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car
gotta go, almost 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 also anyone 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 to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to that it's over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, clogged
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of 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 of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause all the glitz 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 are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you your case
Better make sure you're packing a

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