Bad Guy

[Verse 1]

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 tryin' to 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 doin' 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, fuck this."

Heart's saying, "I will, once I bury this bitch alive

Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset."

[Hook: Sarah Jaffe]

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)

[Verse 2]

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 pictures

So long that I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't comin' to get ya

You're wrong and that shit was rotten

And the way you played him, 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 doin'

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, voosh

[Hook: Sarah Jaffe]

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)

[Verse 3]

I've been drivin' 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've 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 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 reached 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 caught your tongue?

Gag, chloroform rag, gag, 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 the 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 fuck it

Since you're in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck

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 90 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!

[Verse 4]

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 closing 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 approachin' its end

But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again

Back's 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 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

Eatin' 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

Batter, but 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

Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic

Of you not knowing 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 packin' a wallop

So, one last time, I'm back

Before it fades into black and it's all over

Behold the final chapter in a saga

Tryin' 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 where the last Mathers left off

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:The Marshall Mathers LP2 (2013)