It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old Tried everything to get my off you, it won't work All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it Reminding me all over again how you fucking brushed me off And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search I needed to grow up a little first Looks I hit a growth spurt But I am coming for Don't suppose an explanation I'm for The way that you your back on me Just I may have needed you most Oh, you it was over You can just close the And go about your life, like it was You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can't of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this" is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"
I the scene like it was my last ride You see through Oh, you had me the first time You see the truth But it's to justify What's bad is And I to be the bad guy I just to be the bad guy
And to think I used to think you was the shit, To think it was you at one time I worshiped, Think you can hurt people and keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit, this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it! You left our in shambles You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never Maybe gone, but not forgotten And don't think 'cause been out the pictures so long That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya You're wrong and that was rotten And the way you played him, shit you did to me Have you any that shit I've gone through? Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to Not once you to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you don't 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 scene like it was my ride You see right Oh, you had me pegged the time You can't see the But it's easier to bad is good And I to be the bad guy I hate to be the bad guy to be the bad guy
I've been driving around your of the town Like nine frickin' hours and forty minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your Feel like I been waiting on moment all of my life And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house See, sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya But here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window I reach my full potential, I peeked Continue to peep, bent low Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo all the way 'round to the back porch Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for before hand? Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue? Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung Like you up an axe up and then swung Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk By one of your fans, spectacular, huh? Now a faggot, you punk? And here's Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck
It's me, you and the music now, Slim I you hear it we are in a car right now Wait, here comes my favorite I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP Just to try to get to buy this for publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now 'cause after this be officially done Eminem killed by Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you your city so much I figured, what the fuck the best you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, town is quite I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver mirror (Help, god police, ah!!) Hope gets an aerial shot of your burial New Stan Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, you can swim good! Now say you homos again!
I also represent normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat I'm the you fell asleep in and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in with each of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to for your sin No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that hopelessly in they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over
Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged Yeah 'cause I'm a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up But in my head a voice in the back and it hollas After the track is I am your lack of a I'm the in your ears I'm the polyps on the back of your Eating your vocal after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up that you acknowledged Grab for water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the you hate that you became With every faggot you Coming on you every woman you insult there With the double-standards you have when it comes to your I represent you take for granted 'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's a facade and Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more that are calling your name are off, sad but it happens to all of them, I'm the to say, "I told you so!" Foreshadows of all the that are to follow I'm the that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you stop after they call you The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits But it's to walk away I'm guilt trip the baggage you had But as you up all your possessions If there's anything you have to say Unless it an impact don't bother So before you rest your Better make sure you're a wallop
So one last time, I'm Before it fades black and it's all over Behold the final chapter in the Trying to that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice the magic that it all Tragic of an artist tortured in his own drawings Tap into Blacker and than anything imaginable Here goes a wild stab in the As we up the last Mathers' left off