[Part 1: And I Just Hate To Be The Bad Guy]

[Verse 1]
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything da 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 tryna soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed
For the way that chu turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed chu most
Oh, you thought it was over?
You could just close the
Chapter and go about cha life like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but cha seem da be doing fine
Well, I've never recovered
But, tonight, bet cha that what chu're
'Bout da 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"
[Verse 2]
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 cha sew, nitwit
Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it
You left our family in shambles
You expect me da 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 plotting and still ain't coming da get cha
You're wrong, and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him's 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 da ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming da see you
And, gee, who better da talk to than you?
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage, and I'm 'bout da take it out on ya
Poof, then I'm gone, voosh

[Verse 3]
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like nine fricking hours and forty-five minutes now
Finally, I found cha 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 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 a make this appointment
To come and see ya, but I ain't here for your empathy
I don't need chour apology or your friendship or sympathy
It's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully, and treat chour bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential—I peeked (Haha)
Continue da peep, still bent low, then keep
Tapping the glass lightly, then start da crescendo, sneak
All the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy da do this
You don't plan for intruders beforehand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got chour tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, 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
Irony's spectacular, huh? Now, who's a faggot, chu 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'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 a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try da get people da buy
How's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause, after this, you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell
Bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was 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?
Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
(Oh, God, police, ah)
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
[Part 2: Marshall Mathers Pt. 2]

[Verse]
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 closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time da have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm that denial that chu're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But chu refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Back's 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 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 chu haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I'm that pill that's too jagged a swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that chu became with every faggot chu slaughtered coming back on ya
Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard chu 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 knowing what cha 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 da say, "I told cha so"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here da 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 da 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 da 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)
[Outro]
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