Bad Guy — Verse 3

I've been drivin' 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've been waitin' 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 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

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

Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?

Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung

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

"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 a publicity stunt? This should be fun

Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done

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

Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea

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