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Bad Guy Lyrics – Eminem

    Bad Guy is a popular rap song by Eminem from the 2013 album The Marshall Mathers LP 2. Check words to Eminem Bad Guy Lyrics in English below.

    Bad Guy Lyrics – Eminem 

    Part 1: Produced by S1 and M-Phazes

    [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 tryna 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 doing 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 of in the sunset.”
    [Chorus: 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 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’s 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 ya
    Poof, then I’m gone, voosh
    [Chorus: 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 nine frickin’ hours and forty-five minutes now
    Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
    Feel like I’ve been waitin’ 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 duckin’ 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 reach 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 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
    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 ninety 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!
    Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner

    [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 closin’ 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 stackin’ up all them odds
    Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talkin’ a lot of shit but I’m backin’ 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 cords 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 comin’ back on ya
    Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard 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 knowin’ 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 packing a wallop
    So, one last time, I’m back
    ‘Fore it fades into black and it’s all over
    Behold the final chapter in a saga
    Tryna 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
    Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off


    Writer(s): Marshall Mathers, Stefan Kendal Gordy, Holly Hafermann


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