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letra de intro (bad guy) - hiatus

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 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
toilets clogged, 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 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 f-ggot 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 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 ’em
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, before it fades into black and it’s all over behold the, final chapter in a 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, uh
as we (i) pick up where the last mathers left off

- hiatus

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