Bad Guy

歌手： Eminem • 专辑：The Marshall Mathers LP2 (Deluxe) • 发布时间：2013-01-01 
作词 : Eminem/L. Griffin Jr/M Landon/Sarah Jaffe/W Murphy/N. Warwar/V. Venditto/S. Hacker/M. Aiello/G. Reverberi/L. Giordano
 作曲 : Eminem/L. Griffin Jr/M Landon/Sarah Jaffe/W Murphy/N. Warwar/V. Venditto/S. Hacker/M. Aiello/G. Reverberi/L. Giordano
 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 ****ing just brushed me off and left me so burnt
 Spent a lot of time tryna 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 doing 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, **** this!"
 Heart's saying, "I will, once I bury this bitch alive, hide the shovel
 And then drive of 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)
 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 picture so long that I've stopped the plotting and still ain't coming to get ya
 You're wrong and that shit was rotten
 And the way you played him's 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 doing
 Letters, you don't respond to 'em
 **** 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 ya
 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 nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now
 Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
 Feel like I've been waitin' 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 duckin' 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 reach 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 got 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 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 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 **** it
 Since you're in love with your city so much, I figured, what the ****, 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 ninety 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 closin' 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 approaching its end
 But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
 Back's to the wall, I'm stackin' up all them odds
 Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talkin' a lot of shit but I'm backin' 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
 Eating your vocal cords 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 comin' back on ya
 Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard 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 knowin' 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 packing a wallop
 So, one last time, I'm back
 'Fore it fades into black and it's all over
 Behold the final chapter in a saga
 Tryna 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
 Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off
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