Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried 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 brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am for closure
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned your on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than I ever have suffered
Can't think of a way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is "I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see right
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 just to be the bad guy

And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this stitch so you can 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
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause been out the pictures so long
That I've the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you him, same shit 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 don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My life is garbage and I'm to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
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 driving around your side of the town
Like frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on moment 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 side of house
See, it's sad it came to point
a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can that shit back as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I hope you hear it we are in a car now
Wait, here 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? This be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love city so much
I figured, the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, pig drove in this big, Lincoln town 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 anyone normally 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 each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the that you're hopelessly in
When 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 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
the track is demolished
I am your of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time that's up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing 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 to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens
If you don't stop after call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm ever trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an impact don't
So before you rest your
Better make sure you're packing a

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
Blacker and darker than imaginable
Here goes a stab in the dark
As we pick up the Mathers' left off