Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

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 radio you're right on it
Reminding me all over how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way that you turned your on me
Just when I may have 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 to be doing fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
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 hate to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
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 better go and get 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 over him? Pretend he never
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And think 'cause 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 played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that I've 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
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to you?
The cause to my
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
But it's easier to
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 of the town
Like nine frickin' and forty five minutes now
I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that 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, drag to the 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

just me, you and the music now, Slim
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, here's a to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two more exits, town is near
I hope we don't get stopped, no 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 of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, 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 homos again!

I also represent anyone seen on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and up still in
I'm karma closing in with 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 say all of this 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 talking a lot of shit but I'm it all up
But in my there's a voice in the back and it hollas
After the is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
Grab for water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the you have when it comes to your daughters
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more 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 that's here to show you what tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's you have left to say
it makes an impact don't bother
So before you your case
make sure you're packing a wallop

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