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
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just me off
And me so burned, spent a lot of time trying 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 explanation I'm for
The way that you your back on me
when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I have suffered
think 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 ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's easier to
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 just keep away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
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, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit 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 don't to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who to talk to than you?
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
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
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, park in drive
Feel like I been on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your
Or friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly start to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a
By one of your fans, irony spectacular,
Now who's a faggot, you
And your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for stunt? This should be fun
album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was bury you next 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 exits, town is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway the brightest idea
As cops appear in my side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
foxtrot gets an aerial 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, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you homos again!

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

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 track is
I am your of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to
I'm the you hate that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to your
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and just 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 name
are off, sad but it happens 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 you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it
But it's time to away
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest case
Better sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and it's all
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture lightning trapped 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 goes a wild in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off