Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it 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 time to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am for closure
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just the chapter
And go about life, like it was nothing
You mine, but you seem to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a way to define poetic justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "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 it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's easier to
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to think I to think 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 this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're and that shit was rotten
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 of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you don't to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to 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 it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
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
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your side of the
Like nine frickin' hours and five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
like I been waiting 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 on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
Such a disappointment I had to make this 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 bedroom
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, still 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 intruders before
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hack of a
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony 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 hope you it we are in a car right now
Wait, here my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
you love your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is near
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the idea
As appear in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Ocean, hope you can swim 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 some remorse to show for 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, we go all over again

to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets clogged
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
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 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 bullies you hate you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a and
Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the no more fans that 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 you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm guilt 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 case
Better make you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades black and it's all over
Behold the chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic that it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
Blacker and than anything imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off