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letra de bad guy - sam-e (us)

[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 f-cking 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
well i never recovered but tonight i bet ya that what ya
’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”

[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]
and to think, i used to think you was the sh-t, b-tch
to think it was you at one time i worshiped, sh-t
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 st-tch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
thought some time had p-ssed 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?
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, cold
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
f-ck it, i’m comin’ 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]
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 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 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 peaked
continue to peep, still bent low
keep tappin’ the gl-ss 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 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 f-ggot, 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 k!lled by m&m, matthew mitch-ll
b-tch, i even have your initials
i initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but f-ck it
since you’re in love with your city so much
i figured, what the f-ck 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 side mirror
(oh, god, police!! ahhhh)
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 h0m-s again

[verse 4]
i also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you invent
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 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
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 f-ggot 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 ’till 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 then don’t bother
so before 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 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 uh
as we pick up where the last mathers left off

- sam e us

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