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  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 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 can just close the chapter
    and go about your life, like it was nothing
    you ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
    i'd 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 is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
    heart is saying: "i will once i bury this bitch alive"
    "hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

    i flee the scene like it was my last ride
    you see right through, oh, you had me pegged the first time
    you can't 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

    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 sewing kit, bitch
    finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
    thought some time had past and i 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 shit was rotten
    and the way you played him, same shit you did to me, go!
    have you any idea that shit 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
    fuck it, i'm coming 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, whoosh

    i flee the scene like it was my last ride

    you see right through, oh, you had me pegged the first time
    you can't 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

    i've been driving around your side of this town
    like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now
    finally i found your new address, park in your drive
    feel like i been waiting 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 ducking 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 tapping the glass 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 then 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 faggot, you punk
    and here's your bronco hat,
    you can have that shit 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 killed by m&m
    matthew mitchell
    bitch, i even have your initials
    i initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
    since you love your city so much
    i figured, what the fuck the best place
    you could be buried alive is right here
    two more exits, town 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! ahh!
    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, haha 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 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 shit but i'm backing it all up
    but in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollas
    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 faggot 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 until 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 don't bother
    so before you rest your case
    better make sure you're packing 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
    as we pick up the last mathers left off