Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging 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 how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way that you turned back on me
Just I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
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 I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this"
is saying: "I will once 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 through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
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 you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
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? he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you played him, same you did to me
you any idea that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to you?
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
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 been driving around side of the town
Like frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, bent low
Keep tapping the glass then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do
You don't for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you 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 shit back as they

It's just me, you and the music now,
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 people die
And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your
New Stan
Slim, pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, 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 you fell asleep in and woke up still in
I'm karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that 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 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 lack of a
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had it's gone
after all the glitz 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!"
Foreshadows of all the that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens
If you stop after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But it's to walk 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 impact bother
So before you rest case
make sure you're packing a wallop

So one time, I'm back
Before it fades into black and all over
Behold the final chapter in the
to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap thoughts
and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the
As we pick up the Mathers' left off