Bad Guy Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - 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" 

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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 

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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