Bad Guy
(专辑: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 - 2013)
[Verse 1
— 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 could just close the
chapter And go about your life, like it was nothing You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine Well, I've 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 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 [Verse 2
— Eminem:] 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 (sic), knit wit Thought some time had past and I'd forget it, forget it! You left our family in shambles 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
picture so long That I've stopped the
plotting 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, 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 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, voosh And... [Hook] [Verse 3
— Eminem:] I've been driving around your side of this town Like 9
fricking 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 fulla' 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 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 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 beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag 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 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 Well 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
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 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's 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, hope you can swim good! Now say you hate homos again! [Outro — Eminem:] 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 Nope, 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 Back's to the
wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged Yeah 'cause I'm talking a
lotta 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 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, 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's half a
façade and Matthew and Stan 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 you 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 Unless it makes an impact then 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 where the
last Mathers' left off