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Bad Guy Chords by Eminem

  • Key: C
  • BPM: 81
  • Capo: no capo

PULSO FUERTE


BAD GUY ACORDES

[Intro]

[Verse]
F G Am F G Am C
        
                 C                           
It's like I'm in the dirt digging up old hurt
                        C                            
Tried everything to get my mind off you it won't work
                    C                                        
All it takes is one song on the radio you're right back on it
             C                                                 
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
            C                                                  
And left me so burned spent a lot of time trying to soul search
C                                       
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
                        C           
Well looks like I hit a growth spurt
C                         
But I'm coming for closure
C                                        
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
                 F                     
The way that you turned your back on me
            D                       
Just when I may have needed you most
A                         
Oh you thought it was over
E                             
You can just close the chapter
F                              D7         
And go about your life like it was nothing
           A7                                
You ruined mine but you seem to be doing fine
C                             F                          
Well I've never recovered but tonight betcha that whatcha
Dm                                 Am                           
'bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
E                              F                    
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
                          A7                        
Can I hold grudges Mind's saying let it go fuck this
                             D7                   
Heart's saying I will once I bury this bitch alive
                                          F     
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset


[Chorus]
  D        A7    E7             F        
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
    Dm        A7     
You see right through
   C                           F   
Oh you had me pegged the first time
          Dm      A7   
You can't see the truth
E7                 F      
But it's easier to justify
              A7   Am
What's bad is good  
    C                F       G
And I hate to be the bad guy 
Am Em7                   F      
  I just hate to be the bad guy
               G  Am     
I just hate to be the bad


[Verse]
C                                                  
And to think I used to think you was the shit bitch
            C                                   
To think it was you at one time I worshiped shit
              C                                             
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it
         C                                              
Not this time you better go and get the sewing kit bitch
            C                                         
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow nitwit
             C                                          
Thought some time had passed and I'd forget it forget it
    C                          
You left our family in shambles
                              C                                
And you expect me to just get over him Pretend he never existed
       F                          
May be gone but he's not forgotten
                                                    A7  
And don't think 'cause he's been out the picture so long
                                   Am                          
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
       F                             
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
G                                    Am                
And the way you played him same shit you did to me cold
C                     F                     
Have you any idea the shit I've gone through
           C                      A7                     
Feelings I harbor All this pentup resentment I hold on to
A            Em                            
Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing
F                               
Letters you don't respond to 'em
F                            
Fuck it I'm coming to see you
    A7                Am              
And gee who better to talk to than you
Am                      
The cause of my problems
   B7                                                 
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you


[Chorus]
          F             
Poof then I'm gone woosh
  Dm       A7    E7             F        
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
    D7        A7      Am
You see right through  
   C                           F   
Oh you had me pegged the first time
          C       A7   
You can't see the truth
E7                 F      
But it's easier to justify
F                 
What's bad is good
                 A7      A  
And I hate to be the bad guy
  C                   F       G
I just hate to be the bad guy 
Am Em7                   F   G   Am C Bb7
  I just hate to be the bad guy      


[Verse]
          Bb7                                  
I've been driving around your side of this town
                             Bb7                  
Like nine frickin' hours and fortyfive minutes now
                                 Bb7               
Finally I found your new address park in your drive
                                                  Bb7 
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
             Bb7                                   
And it's now arrived and my mouth is full of saliva
         Bb7                                             
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
         Bb7                      
See it's sad it came to this point
                                         Bb7                           
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
                                          Bb7              
But I ain't here for your empathy I don't need your apology
                                    F                  
Or your friendship or sympathy it's revenge that I seek
           Dm                        A7            
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
                     E7                
Like I reach my full potential I peeked
F                      Dm      
Continue to peep still bent low
                      A7    Am                    C        
Then keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
                  F                       
Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
    Dm                                 A7                  
Man door handles unlocked shouldn't be that easy to do this
               E7                      
You don't plan for intruders beforehand
F                   Dm                 
Surprised to see me Cat got your tongue
A                  A7         A             
Gag chloroform rag gag almost hack up a lung
                   A               
Like you picked an axe up and swung
                                      A              
Stick to the core plan dragged to the back of a trunk
                            A              
By one of your fans irony's spectacular huh
            A              
Now who's a faggot you punk
           A                                                           
And here's your Bronco hat you can have that shit back 'cause they suck


[Chorus]
     F                             D   
It's just me you and the music now Slim
                   A7                        
I hope you hear it we're in the car right now
E7                               
Wait here comes my favorite lyric
    F                                           
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
                 Am                     
And hey here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
C                               
Just to try to get people to buy
F                                                       
Well how's this for a publicity stunt This should be fun
A7         Am               Em                        F   
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
                 G     
Eminem killed by Eminem
        A7                              C       
Matthew Mitchell bitch I even have your initials


[Verse]
  C                                                          
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother but fuck it
             C                          
Since you're love with your city so much
                                       C                                      
I figured what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
         C                       
Two more exits time is quite near
                                       F   
Hope we don't get stopped no license I fear
                                       A7                 Am            
That sirens I hear Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
   A                               F     
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
G            Am                C                        F       
Hope Foxtrot   gets an aerial shot of your burial plot at least
    F        
New plan Stan
D               A7                            E7      
Slim chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln town car
           Em               F      G                   
Well gotta go almost at the bridge big bro it's for you
A7                                                            
Slim this is for him and Frank Ocean oh hope you can swim good
A7                          
Now say you hate homos again
Ebm                                                                       
   I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
                                         Bbm             
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
    Bbm                                            
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Bmaj7                                                 
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
                                  Abm                      
Nope it's hopeless I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
     B               Dbsus4                     
When they say all of this is approaching its end
               Db                                                 
But you refuse to believe that it's over here we go all over again


[Chorus]
Ebm                                                              
Back's to the wall I'm stacking up all them odds toilet's clogged
                                                            Ebm
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lotta shit but I'm backing it all up 
Db                                                       
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers
Db                           
After the track is demolished
                    Db        
I am your lack of a conscience
B                           
I'm the ringing in your ears
                      B                   
I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
                                    Db      
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
                                                Db          
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
                                                           Db     
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
Ebm                                     
I'm the bullies you hate that you became
           Ebm                   
With every faggot you slaughtered
                                         Ebm   
Coming back on ya every woman you insult batter
                            Gb                                  
But the doublestandards you have when it comes to your daughters
Db                                         
I represent everything you take for granted
                Gb          B                                   
'cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a façade and
            B                                                                
Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
Db                                                                             
'cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
                                          Ebm    
Cameras are off sad but it happens to all of them
        Ebm                           
I'm the hindsight to say I told you so
Ebm                                             
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
        Ebm                                                 
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
             Db                      
If you don't stop after they call you
                                        B            
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
     B                     
When it's time to walk away
                         B               
I'm every guilt trip the baggage you have
                              B          
But as you gather up all your possessions
Dbsus4                       Db         
If there's anything you have left to say
                  Db                      
'less it makes an impact then don't bother
              Db            
So before you rest your case
                                         Ebm
Better make sure you're packing a wallop   


[Outro]
       Ebm               
So one last time I'm back
                                       Ebm 
'fore it fades into black and it's all over
Ebm                               
Behold the final chapter in a saga
Bbm                                                   
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Ebm                                
Twice the magic that started it all
                   Abm               
Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Abm                        
Trapped in his own drawings
         B       
Tap into thoughts
B                                          
Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
     Db                          
Here goes a wild stab in the dark


[End]
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