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 work
All it takes is one 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 trying to 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 back on me
Just I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
is saying: "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 to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
some time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to
Not once you to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to 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 the scene like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's 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 been driving around your side of the
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been on this 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 of your house
See, it's sad it to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You plan for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, drag to the of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have initials
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your city so
I figured, what the fuck the 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
sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope gets an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
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 homos again!

I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up in
I'm your karma in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial 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 over

Backs to the wall, I'm 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 voice in the back and it
the track is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the 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 that are 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 after they you
The biggest laughing 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 possessions
If anything you have left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So before you your case
Better make sure you're packing a

So one last time, I'm
it fades into black 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
Trapped in his own
Tap into
Blacker and darker than imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the Mathers' left off