Bad Guy 2013 Eminem
TracksBad Guy

Artist: Eminem

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP2

Release time: 01-01-2013

Bad Guy (坏人) - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

It's like I'm in the 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 f**king just brushed me off

And left me so burned 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 have suffered

Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice

Can I hold grudges mind is saying: "let it go f**k this"

Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this b**ch 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 sh*t b**ch

To think it was you at one time I worshipped sh*t

Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it

Not this time you better go and get sewing kit b**ch

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 sh*t was rotten

And the way you played him same sh*t you did to me

Have you any idea that sh*t I've gone through

Feelings I harbor all this pain of resentment I hold on to

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

Letters you don't respond to 'em

F**k it I'm coming to see you

And gee who better to talk to than you

The cause to my problems

My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you

Poof then I'm gone


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 the 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 of 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

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 half of 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 sh*t back as 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 Eminem

Matthew Mitchell b**ch I even have your initials

I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother but f**k it

Since you love your city so much

I figured what the f**k 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

(Help police )


Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial


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 hope you can swim good

Now say you hate homos again


I also represent anyone on the end of the jokes you


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


Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of sh*t 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

With the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters

I represent everything you take for granted

'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and have you


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

When it happens to all of them

I'm hindsight to say “I told you so ”

Foreshadows of all things that are to follow

I'n the future that's to show you what's happening 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 ever guilt trip

The baggage you had

But as you gather up all your possessions

If you have 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

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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