歌词bad guy Eminem

歌词Bad Guy - EminemIt‟s like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurtTried everything to get my mind off you, it won‟t workAll it takes is one song on the radio you‟re right back on it Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little firstWell, looks like I hit a growth spurtBut I am coming for closureDon‟t suppose an explanation I‟m owed forThe way that you turned your back on meJust when I may have needed you mostOh, you thought it was overYou can just close the chapterAnd go about your life, like it was nothingYou ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fineI‟d never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha'bout to go through‟s to ugher than anything I have sufferedCan‟t think of a better way to define poetic justiceCan I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch aliveHide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"I flee the scene like it was my last rideYou see right throughOh, you had me pegged the first timeYou can't see the truthBut it's easier to justifyWhat's bad is goodAnd I hate to be the bad guyI just hate to be the bad guyAnd to think I used to think you was the shit, bitchTo think it was you at one time I worshipped, shitThink you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitchFinish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwitThought some time had past and I forget it, forget it!You left our family in shamblesYou expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existedMaybe gone, but he's not forgottenAnd don't think cause he's been out the pictures so longThat I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get yaYou're wrong and that shit was rottenAnd the way you played him, same shit you did to meHave you any idea that shit I've gone through?Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on toNot once you called to ask me how I'm doingLetters, you don't respond to 'emFuck it, I'm coming to see youAnd gee who better to talk to than you?The cause to my problemsMy life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on youPoof, then I'm goneI flee the scene like it was my last rideYou see right throughOh, you had me pegged the first timeYou can't see the truthBut it's easier to justifyWhat's bad is goodAnd I hate to be the bad guyI just hate to be the bad guyI've been driving around your side of the townLike 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes nowFinally I found your new address, park in your driveFeel like I been waiting on this moment all of my lifeAnd it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of salivaMy knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your houseSee, it's sad it came to this pointSuch a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apologyOr your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seekSo I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom windowLike I reach my full potential, I peekedContinue to peep, still bent lowKeep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendoSneak all the way 'round to the back porchMan, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do thisYou don't plan for intruders before hand?Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost half of a lungLike you picked up an axe up and then swungStick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunkBy one of your fans, irony spectacular, huh?Now who's a faggot, you punk?And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suckIt's just me, you and the music now, SlimI hope you hear it we are in a car right nowWait, here comes my favorite lyricI'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that dieAnd hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LPJust to try to get people to buyHow's this for publicity stunt? This should be funLast album now cause after this you'll be officially doneEminem killed by EminemMatthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initialsI initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck itSince you love your city so muchI figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right hereTwo more exits, town is quite nearI hope we don't get stopped, no license I fearThat sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest ideaAs cops appear in my driver side mirror(Help, police!!)Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burialNew plan StanSlim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, lincoln town carWell gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for youSlim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!Now say you hate homos again!I also represent anyone on the end of the jokes youI'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still inI'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a penPerfect time to have some remorse to show for your sinNo, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly inWhen they say all of this is approaching its end, but you refuse to believe that It's over, here we go all over againBacks to the wall, I‟m stackingYeah …cause I‟m talking a lot of shit but I‟m backing it all upBut in my head there‟s a voice in the back and it hollasAfter the track is demolishedI am your lack of a conscienceI‟m the ringing in your earsI‟m the polyps on the back of your tonsilsEating your vocal chords after your concertsI‟m your time that‟s almost up that you haven‟t acknowledgedGrab for some water but I‟m that pill that‟s to o jagged to swallowI‟m the bullies you hate that you becameWith every faggot you slaughteredComing back on you every woman you insultWith the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughtersI represent everything you take for granted…Cause Marshall Mather‟s the rapper‟s persona‟s have a facade and have you…Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name Matthew and Stan‟s just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it‟s gone Cameras are offwhen it happens to all of them?I‟m hindsight to say, “I told you so!”Foreshadows of all , things that are to followI‟n the future that‟s to show you what‟s happening tomorrowIf you don‟t stop after they call you theBiggest laughing stock of rap who can‟t call it quitsWhen it‟s time to walk awayI‟m ever guilt tripThe baggage you hadBut as you gather up all your possessionsIf you have anything you have left to sayUnless it makes an impact don‟t botherSo before you rest your caseBetter make sure you‟re packi ng a wallop。