Bad Guy

歌詞

It's like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work All 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 burnt Spent a lot of time tryin' to soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But I'm coming for closure Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed, for The way that you turned your back on me Just when I may have needed you most Oh, you thought it was over? You could just close the Chapter and go about your life like it was nothing? You ruined mine, but you seem to be doin' fine Well, I've never recovered But tonight I bet you that what you're 'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind saying, "Let it go, fuck this." Heart's saying, "I will, once I bury this bitch alive Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset." I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth, but it's easier to justify What's bad is good and I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch! Finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it! You left our family in shambles And you expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? May be gone but he's not forgotten And don't think ‘cause he's been out the pictures So long that I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't comin' to get ya You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through? Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up resentment I hold on to? Not once you call to ask me how I'm doin' Letters, you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm coming to see you And, gee, who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage, and I'm 'bout to take it out on you Poof, then I'm gone, voosh I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth, but it's easier to justify What's bad is good and I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) I've been drivin' around your side of this town Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I've been waiting on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment To come and see ya, but I ain't here for your empathy I don't need your apology or your friendship or sympathy It's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully, and treat your bedroom window Like I reached my full potential: I peeked Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak All the way 'round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat caught your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans Irony's spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat You can have that shit back ‘cause they suck It's just me, you and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear it We're in the car right now wait, here comes my favorite lyric "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die" And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy How's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun! Last album now, ‘cause after this you'll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you're in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck The best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea, as cops appear in my driver's side mirror (Oh, God! Police! Aaaghh!) Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan! Slim: "Chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln Town Car" Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge Ha ha, big bro, it's for you; Slim, this is for him And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again! I also represent Anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approachin' its end But you refuse to believe that it's over here we go all over again Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talking a lot of Shit but I'm backing it all up But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience I'm the ringing in your ears I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the bullies you hate that you became With every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you, every woman you insult Batter, but the double-standards you have When it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic Of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don't stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say 'Less it makes an impact, then don't bother So 'fore you rest your case Better make sure you're packin' a wallop So, one last time, I'm back Before it fades into black and it's all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryin' to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started It all, tragic portrait of an artist Tortured, trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark As we pick up where the last Mathers left off