Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one on the radio you're right back on it
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am coming for
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned your on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just close the
And go your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't think of a way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is "I will once I bury this bitch alive
the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But easier to justify
What's bad is
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 keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought some time had past and I it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and 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 shit I've through?
I harbor, all this 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 to my problems
My life is and I'm 'bout 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 pegged the first
You can't see the
But easier to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just 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 your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, still low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You don't plan for intruders before
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hack of a
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, irony spectacular,
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have 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 my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
Just to try to get to buy
this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna 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, is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, pig drove in this 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 hate again!

I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of these 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 have remorse to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
they 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 them odds, toilets
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm it all up
But in my head there's a 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 polyps on the of your tonsils
Eating your vocal after your concerts
I'm time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans are calling your name
are off, sad but it happens 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 happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But time to walk away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an impact don't
So you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a

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