It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it work All it takes is one song on the radio right back on it Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to search Maybe I needed to up a little first like I hit a growth spurt But I am for closure Don't an explanation I'm owed for The way that you turned your on me Just I may have needed you most Oh, you it was over You can close the chapter And go about life, like it was nothing You mine, but you seem to be doing fine I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that 'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I have suffered Can't think of a better way to poetic justice Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this" Heart is saying: "I will once I bury bitch alive Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"
I the scene like it was my last ride You see through Oh, you had me pegged the first You can't see the But it's to justify bad is good And I to be the bad guy I hate to be the bad guy
And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshiped, Think you can hurt people and just getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, Thought some time had past and I it, forget it! You left our in shambles You expect me to just get over him? he never existed Maybe gone, but he's not And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long That I've stopped the plottin' and still coming to get ya You're wrong and shit was rotten And the way you played him, same you did to me Have you any idea shit I've gone through? I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to Not once you to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you respond to 'em it, I'm coming to see you And gee who better to talk to than The cause to my My life is garbage and I'm to take it out on you Poof, then I'm
I flee the like it was my last ride You see right Oh, you had me the first time You can't see the But easier to justify What's bad is And I to be the bad guy I just to be the bad guy to be the bad guy
I've been driving around your side of the nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now Finally I found your new address, in your drive Feel like I waiting on this moment all of my life And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house See, sad it came to this point a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window Like I reach my full potential, I to peep, still bent low Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo Sneak all the way 'round to the porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this You don't plan for intruders hand? Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue? Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung Like you picked up an axe up and swung Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a By one of your fans, spectacular, huh? Now a faggot, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit as they suck
It's me, you and the music now, Slim I hope you hear it we are in a car now Wait, here comes my favorite I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP to try to get people to buy How's for publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now 'cause after you'll be officially done killed by Eminem Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it Since you love your city so I figured, what the the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two exits, town is quite near I we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my side mirror (Help, god police, ah!!) foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial New plan Slim, pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you Slim, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good! Now say you homos again!
I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a I'm the nightmare you fell in and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have remorse to show for your sin No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're in When they say all of is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all again
Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, clogged Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up But in my there's a voice in the back and it hollas After the is demolished I am your of a conscience I'm the ringing in your I'm the on the back of your tonsils Eating your chords after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow I'm the you hate that you became With every you slaughtered Coming on you every woman you insult there the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters I everything you take for granted 'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them, I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!" of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what tomorrow If you don't after they call you The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits But it's time to away I'm guilt trip the baggage you had But as you up all your possessions If anything you have left to say Unless it makes an impact bother So before you rest case Better make sure you're a wallop
So one time, I'm back it fades into black and it's all over Behold the final chapter in the Trying to recapture that trapped in a bottle Twice the magic started it all portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own Tap thoughts Blacker and darker than anything goes a wild stab in the dark As we pick up the last left off