Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Guy, artist - Eminem. Album song The Marshall Mathers LP2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
Song language: English
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, f*ck this» |
Heart is saying: «I will once I bury this b*tch 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*tch |
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, b*tch |
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, go! |
Have you any idea that sh*t 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 |
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 of 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 sh*t 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, b*tch, I even have your initials |
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but f*ck it |
Since you love you’re city so much |
I figured, what the f*ck 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! Ah!) |
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 |