Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, 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
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I needed to up a little first
like I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You mine, but you seem to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I that whatcha
'Bout to go tougher than anything I ever have suffered
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 the scene like it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But it's 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 it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can people and just keep getting away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
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
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to
Not once you 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 garbage and I'm to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But it's 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
I found 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 is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to point
Such a I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's that I seek
So I vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep the glass lightly then 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 for intruders 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 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 they

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, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity This should be fun
Last now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two exits, town is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln car
gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

I also represent 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 closing in with each stroke of a pen
time to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to that it's over, here we go all over again

to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets clogged
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
After the track is
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time 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 that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things are to follow
I'm the future that's to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's you have left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest case
Better make you're packing a wallop

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