It’s like I’m in this dirt diggin’ up old hurt
tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work
right back on it, remindin’ me all over again how you fuckin’ just brushed me off and left me so burnt
maybe I needed to grow up a little first, well looks like I hit a growth spurt
but I’m comin’ for closure
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 nothin'
you ruined mine, but you seem to be doin' fine, well I've never recovered
'bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
can't think of a, better way to define poetic justice
hearts sayin' "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
what's bad is good and I hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy
follow me I run, I run, follow me, follow me, 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 worshiped? Shit
think you can hurt people and just keep getting' away with it?
finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, knit wit
thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forgit it
May be gone, but he's not forgotten and don't think cause he's been out the picture
you're wrong and that shit was rotten and the way you played him's same shit you did ta
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
my life is garbage and I'm bout to take it out on you
poof, then I'm gone, voosh
I've been driving around your side of this town like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now
your new address, park in your drive feel like i've been waiting on this moment all of my life and it's now
arrived and my mouth is fulla' saliva, my knife is out
and I'm duckin' 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
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 peeked
tappin' 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 beforehand?
dag, almost hack-up a lung, like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan
dragged to the back of a trunk, by one of your fans
and here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck
we're 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 the sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy
last album now, 'cause after this you'll be officially done
gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
since you're in love with your city so much I figured what the fuck, 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?
oh, God police
aaaghh, hope Fox Trot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least
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
anyone on the receivin' 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
when they say all of this is approachin' it's end
but you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go, all over again
"I am your lack of a conscience"
I'm the ringin' in your ears, I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts
grab for some water but I'm that pill that's to jagged to swalla'
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
Mathers the rappers persona's half a façade and Mathew and Stan, just symbolic
of you not knowin' what you have 'til it's gone, cause
after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are callin'
your name, cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them
things that are to folla'
I'm the future that's here, to show you what happens tomorra'
if you don't stop, after they call ya, biggest laughin' 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
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 packin' a wallop
over, behold, the final chapter in a saga
tryin' ta recapture that lightnin' trapped in a bottle
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 (I) pick up where the last Mathers left off…