Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
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
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am coming for
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just close the
And go your life, like it was nothing
You mine, but you seem to be doing fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than I ever have suffered
Can't of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But easier to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and shit was rotten
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
I harbor, all this pain 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 to talk to than 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 like it was my 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 hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your of the town
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this 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, it's sad it came to this
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 your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
you picked up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the 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

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
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 people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
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 place you 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? 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
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, hope you can 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 asleep in and woke up still in
I'm karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of 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
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of 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 ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
Eating your chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every you insult there
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall the rapper's 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 fans that 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 here to show you what happens
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 trip the 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 your case
Better sure you're packing a wallop

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