Bad Guy(Explicit)-Eminem.flac/mp3

This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M and M Matthew Mitchell
***** I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother but **** it
Since you're in love with your city so much I figured
What the **** the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped no license I fear
That sirens I hear
Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
Oh God police agh
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 homos again
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 closin' in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope it's hopeless
I'm that 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 stackin' up all them odds
Toilets clogged yeah 'cause I'm talkin' a lot of ****
But I'm backin' 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 cords 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 faggot
You slaughtered comin' back on ya
Every woman you insult batter
But the double-standard you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona
Is half a facade and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic
Of you not knowin' 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 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 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 a wallop
So one last time I'm back
'Fore it fades into black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in a saga
Tryna 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