Eminem Lyrics (My favorite songs)

Bad guy - The Marshall Mathers LP2

EM:

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 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 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 betcha that whatcha

'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 off in the sunset"

SJ:

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

EM:

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 (sic), knit wit

Thought some time had past 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

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 plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya

You're wrong and that shit was rotten

And the way you played him, 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