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Bad Guy
Eminem Lyrics


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It's like I'm in the 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 burned, 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'm 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
Well, I've never recovered but tonight 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's 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"

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 (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad

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?
Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had passed and I'd forget it, forget it
You left our family in shambles
And 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 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, woosh

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 (follow me, I run, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, I run, follow me, I run, I run)

I've been driving around your side of this town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five 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 I ain't here for your 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 peeked
Continue to peep, still bent low
Then 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 beforehand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag, 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, 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're in the 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
Well 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 Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're 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, 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
Nope, 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

Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged
Yeah, 'cause I'm talking a lotta 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 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 ya, every woman you insult, batter
But 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 façade and
Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing 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 you
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 before you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing 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
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, uh
As we pick up where the last Mathers' left off

Overall Meaning

The song "Bad Guy" by Eminem is a response to his 2000 hit "Stan." In "Stan," Eminem tells a story about a fan who becomes obsessed with him and ultimately drives himself and his girlfriend off a bridge in a fit of rage. In "Bad Guy," Eminem takes on the persona of the fan's little brother, Matthew, who blames Eminem for his brother's tragic ending. The lyrics depict Matthew's revenge plan, which involves stalking Eminem, breaking into his house, and ultimately taking his life. Throughout the song, Eminem grapples with the aftermath of his success and the negative impacts it has had on others.


The lyrics to "Bad Guy" are raw and emotional, showcasing Eminem's undeniable talent as a rapper and storyteller. He weaves together a complex web of emotions, moving from rage and anger to regret and disappointment. By taking on the persona of Matthew, Eminem explores the darker side of fame and the burden it places on those who achieve it. The song is a powerful reminder of the importance of empathy and understanding, even in the face of those who seek revenge.


Line by Line Meaning

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
I'm still stuck in the pain and trauma of the past


Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
I've attempted various methods to forget about you, but none of them are effective


All it takes is one song on the radio, you're right back on it
Just one song can instantly bring back memories of you and reopen old wounds


Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
Bringing back the feeling of being rejected and disregarded by you


And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Leaving me emotionally scarred, I've spent a significant amount of time reflecting on myself


Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Perhaps I needed to mature and develop before dealing with this


Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
It seems like I've finally experienced personal growth


But I'm coming for closure
I'm seeking closure and resolution


Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
I deserve an explanation for your actions


The way that you turned your back on me
How you abandoned and betrayed me


Just when I may have needed you most
Right when I was in desperate need of your support


Oh, you thought it was over
You believed that this was the end


You can just close the chapter
You can easily move on and forget about everything


And go about your life, like it was nothing
And continue your life as if nothing happened


You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
You destroyed my life, but you appear to be thriving


Well, I've never recovered but tonight betcha that whatcha
I've never fully healed from the pain, but tonight I assure you


'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
What you're about to experience will be more challenging than any hardship I've endured


Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
There's no better way to describe this situation than as poetic justice


Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go, fuck this"
Should I hold onto resentment? My mind is torn between moving on and holding onto anger


Heart's saying, "I will once I bury this bitch alive
But my heart is determined to let go once I completely get rid of this pain


Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"
Hide the evidence of my emotional turmoil and move on with my life


I flee the scene like it was my last ride
I escape from the situation as if my life depends on it


You see right through
You can easily see through my facade and recognize my true intentions


Oh, you had me pegged the first time
Oh, you understood me perfectly from the very beginning


You can't see the truth
You are blind to the reality of the situation


But it's easier to justify
But it's more convenient for you to rationalize and justify your actions


What's bad is good
You perceive immoral behavior as acceptable or even desirable


And I hate to be the bad guy
And I despise being the antagonist in this story


I just hate to be the bad guy
I simply can't stand being seen as the villain


I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I also speak for those who are hurt by the offensive jokes you make


I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
I'm the haunting fear and anguish that you can't escape from


I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
I'm the consequences catching up to you with every word you write


Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
It's the ideal moment to feel regret and take responsibility for your wrongdoing


Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're trapped in


When they say all of this is approaching its end
When people claim that it's all coming to an end


But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
But you're unwilling to accept that it's finished, and so we repeat the cycle


Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged
I'm backed into a corner, facing numerous challenges, and there's a problem I need to deal with


Yeah, 'cause I'm talking a lotta shit but I'm backing it all up
Yes, I talk confidently, but I have evidence to support my claims


But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers
However, a voice in my head reminds me


After the track is demolished
Once the song is finished


"I am your lack of a conscience"
"I am the absence of your moral compass


I'm the ringing in your ears
I'm the constant reminder of your wrongdoings


I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
I'm the unpleasant growths that affect your ability to speak


Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
Damaging your ability to express yourself through music


I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
I'm the limited time you have left, which you haven't acknowledged


Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
You try to find solace but I'm the bitter truth that's difficult to accept


I'm the bullies you hate, that you became
I'm the bullies you despise, but you've become just like them


With every faggot you slaughtered
With every homosexual person you've belittled and harmed


Coming back on ya, every woman you insult, batter
Returning the mistreatment, every woman you insult and abuse


But the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
Yet, you hold hypocritical double-standards when it concerns your own daughters


I represent everything you take for granted
I embody everything you fail to appreciate


'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a façade and
Because the rapper persona of Marshall Mathers is only partially genuine


Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
Matthew and Stan are symbols of your ignorance until you lose them


'Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your name
Because once the fame and fortune fade away, there won't be any more fans supporting you


Cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them
When the cameras stop rolling, it's a sad reality that affects all artists


I'm the hindsight to say, "I told you so"
I'm the voice of reason that can say, "I warned you about this"


Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
Predicting the future events that will unfold


I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
I'm the representation of the consequences that you'll face in the future


If you don't stop after they call you
If you don't quit despite the criticism you receive


Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
The biggest ridicule in the rap industry who refuses to retire


When it's time to walk away
When it's time to step back and leave


I'm every guilt trip, the baggage you have
I'm the feeling of guilt and the emotional baggage you carry


But as you gather up all your possessions
While you collect all your belongings


If there's anything you have left to say
If you have anything left to say


'Less it makes an impact then don't bother
Unless it will make a significant impact, don't bother


So before you rest your case
Therefore, before you make your final argument


Better make sure you're packing a wallop
Ensure that you have something powerful to present


So one last time, I'm back
For the last time, I have returned


'Fore it fades into black and it's all over
Before it disappears and everything comes to an end


Behold the final chapter in a saga
Witness the last part of a long story


Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Attempting to recreate the past success that seems impossible to recreate


Twice, the magic that started it all
A second time, the magical essence that initiated everything


Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
A sorrowful depiction of an artist suffering


Trapped in his own drawings
Confined within his own artwork


Tap into thoughts
Delve into one's innermost thoughts


Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
Darker and more intense than one can fathom


Here goes a wild stab in the dark, uh
Here's a daring and uncertain attempt


As we pick up where the last Mathers' left off
Continuing from where the previous Mathers album ended




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Bobbie Gentry, Michael Vincent Aiello, Laura Giordano, Larry Darnell Jr Griffin, Stephen Hacker, Sarah Elizabeth Jaffe, Mark Landon, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Walter Anthony Murphy, Gian Piero Reverberi, Vincent Anthony Venditto, Nicholas M Warwar

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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