| [Eminem:] |
| He's coming home with his next grasp to catch flack |
| Sweat jackets and dress less, mismatch |
| On his breast jackets is sex addict |
| And cheaters want to egg sack it for being checked, get back |
| It's a chest match, she's on his back like a jetpack |
| She's kept track of all his internet chats |
| And guess who just so happens to be moving on to the next |
| Actually, just shit on my last chick and she has what my ex lacks |
| 'Cause she loves danger, psychopath |
| And you don't fuck with no man's girl, even I know that |
| But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back |
| Knife in hand, says the relationship's hanging by a strip |
| So she's been on the web lately |
| Says maybe she'll be my Gwen Stacy, in Spiderman |
| And I know she's using me to try to play him, I don't care |
| Hi Suzanne, but I shoulda' said "Bye Suzanne" after the first night, but tonight I am |
| [Eminem:] |
| One night stand turned into night stayin' |
| It was cold, some lights gram |
| Y'all be hung tight and |
| He found out, now she feels deserted and used |
| 'Cause he left, so what? He did inverse to her too |
| Now how am I supposed to tell this girl that we're through? |
| It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous and suited |
| When it's too hurt but what you deserve is the truth |
| Don't take it personal, I just can't say this in cursin' to you |
| So I revert to the studio like Hole In The Wall diners |
| Don't have to be reserved in a booth |
| I just still like the person who I'm turnin' into |
| Irreversible, I pray for you like a church at the pew |
| And now that I got you I don't want you |
| Took advantage of my thirst to pursue |
| Why do I do this to her that I do? |
| Get off my soul box and breach, mass earnin' in speech |
| Detergent and bleach is burned in the womb |
| 'Cause now with her in the womb |
| We can't bring her in this bullshit in new |
| To use protection 'fore I pity to your forbidden crew |
| Fuck! |
| [Eminem:] |
| Always the bride's maid, never "The bride, hey!" |
| What can I say? If life was a highway |
| The sequels are non-clay |
| But be swerving in side lanes |
| Speeds that are high, rave like I'm sliding on ice maybe |
| That's why I'm made, that came at you sideways |
| I can't keep my life straight, what I made |
| You terminate my baby |
| This love drought angle |
| Left us in a rectangled |
| What else can I say? It was fun for a while |
| That I really woulda' loved your smile |
| Then you really wanna abort |
| But fuck it, what's one more lie to tell an unborn child? |
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