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 song on the radio you're back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever suffered
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will 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 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 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 time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can what you sow, nitwit
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause been out the pictures so long
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who to talk to than you?
The cause to my
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But easier 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 your side of the town
Like nine frickin' and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your
Feel like I been waiting on moment 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 side of house
See, it's sad it to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom
I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, bent low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack 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 fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my 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? This be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your so much
I figured, the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As appear in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial of your burial
New Stan
Slim, pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car
Well 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 anyone normally 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 to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you to believe that it's over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all 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 voice in the and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
your vocal chords after 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
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent 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 what you had until it's
'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!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop they call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest your
Better make sure 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 that lightning in a bottle
Twice the magic that it all
Tragic of an artist tortured
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