Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
suppose 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 just close the
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I 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, is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will I bury this bitch alive
the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

I the scene like it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You can't see the
But it's easier to
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 I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold 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 to talk to than you?
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the time
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 driving around your side of the town
Like nine frickin' hours and 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 is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
Such a I had to make this appointment 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 and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
to peep, still bent low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You plan for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
you picked up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
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 fun of people that die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Mitchell, bitch, I even 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 fuck the best place you could be buried is right here
Two more exits, town is near
I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver 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
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 represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a
I'm the nightmare you asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have 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 that it's over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, clogged
'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my there's a voice in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
Eating your chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it to your daughters
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to you what happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's you have left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest your
Better sure you're packing a wallop

So one time, I'm back
Before it fades into black and it's all
Behold the chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture that trapped in a bottle
Twice the that started it all
Tragic of an artist tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off