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 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
I needed to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way that you your back 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 seem to be fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury bitch alive
the shovel and then 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 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 to think you was the shit, bitch
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this stitch so you can reap you sow, nitwit
some time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get him? Pretend he never 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
wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same 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
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

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

I've driving around your side of the town
Like nine frickin' and forty five minutes now
Finally I found 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 to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make 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 that I
So I sneak vengefully and treat your window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You plan for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular,
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they

just me, you and the music 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, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest
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 this big, Lincoln car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, big bro it's for you
Slim, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged
'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the track is
I am your of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating your vocal chords after your
I'm your time that's up that you haven't acknowledged
for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With faggot you slaughtered
back on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a and
Matthew and just 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 to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the that are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop they call you
The biggest laughing of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest your
Better make you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades 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 tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap into
Blacker and than anything imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off