Bad Guy - Eminem

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 trying to soul search

Maybe I needed to grow up a little first

Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt

But I am 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 can just close the chapter

And go about your life, like it was nothing

You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine

I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha

'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 is saying: "let it go, fuck this"

Heart is 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't 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

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 sewing kit, bitch

Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit

Thought some time had past and I forget it, forget it!

You left our family in shambles

You expect me to just get over him Pretend he never existed

Maybe 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 coming to get ya

You're wrong and that shit was rotten

And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, go!

Have you any idea that shit I've gone through

Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to

Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing

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, whoosh

I flee the scene like it was my last ride

You see right through, oh, you had me pegged the first time

You can't 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

I've been driving 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 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 ain't here for ya 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 reach my full potential, I peaked

Continue to peep, still bent low

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 before hand

Surprised to see me, cat got your tongue

Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hack up a lung

Like you picked up an axe up and then swung

Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk

By 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 'cause they suck

It's just me, you and the music now, Slim

I hope you hear it, we are in a 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 publicity stunt?

This should be fun

Last album now, 'cause after this you'll be officially done

Eminem killed by M&M

Matthew Mitchell

Bitch, I even have your initials

I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it

Since you love your city so much

I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here

Two more exits, town is quite near

I 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 side mirror

Oh, God, police! Ahh!

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, haha 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 in and 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

No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in

When they say all of this is approaching its end

But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again

Backs 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 hollas

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

Eating 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

That, with 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's half a facade

And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic, of you not knowing what you had until 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 you the

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 had

But as you gather up all your possessions

If there's anything you have left to say

Unless it makes an impact don't bother

So before you rest your case

Better make sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm back

Before it fades into black and it's all over

Behold the final chapter in the saga

Trying 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 the last Mathers left off