Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off
And left me so burned, a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way that you turned back on me
Just when I may have needed you
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, it was nothing
You mine, but you seem to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I 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 once I bury bitch alive
the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my last
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 just to be the bad guy

And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just getting away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You left our family in
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all pain of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who to talk to than 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 like it was my last
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You can't see the
But it's easier to
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your side of the
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this all of my life
And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I vengefully and treat your bedroom window
I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
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, irony spectacular,
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as suck

just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your so much
I figured, what the fuck the place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I hope we 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 gets an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, 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 woke up in
I'm your karma closing in with stroke of a pen
Perfect to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, 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 track is
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your 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
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the 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 glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your
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 show you what tomorrow
If you don't stop after call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you your case
Better sure 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 trapped in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist
in his own drawings
Tap into
Blacker and than anything imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off