Bad Guy

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