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Eminem

"Nice Guy"

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
RI-I-IGHT?! PSY-Y-YCH!

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]
Suck my di*k, you f*ckin' suck, man
Suck my di*k, you f*ckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my di*k, you f*ckin' suck, man

[Verse 1: Jessie Reyez]
I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun it
I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'
I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you c*mmin'
I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you runnin'

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well be
You tell me you'll take me back when hell freezes, but females be Rushin' me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms me
Like my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfie
Chargin' me, so I gave my hotel key
Eh, I was tryna be nice

[Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
RI-I-IGHT?! PSY-Y-YCH!

[Post-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]
Suck my di*k, you f*ckin' suck, b*tch
Suck my di*k, (bi-) you f*ckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (bi-)
Suck my di*k, you f*ckin' suck, b*tch

[Verse 3: Jessie Reyez]
I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmine Coppola
You're tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa
La próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo sola
Estás de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola

[Verse 4: Eminem]
I'm an emotional wreck, weak (uh-huh)
Everything over-affects me (yeah)
When you joke, it upsets me (yeah)
You say I'm no good at sex
And you think I'm gross and unsexy (uh-huh)
I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks (yep)
You hope I choke on a Pepsi (yep)
b*tch, you was supposed to correct me! (oh)
Been textin' you since three, I still get no f*cking reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
f*ck you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, b*tch
I doubt that you're goin' to house sit
In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi's
Every word that comes out your mouth's a f*cking lie
Oh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say don't come over 'cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing, why
Don't I bring my f*ckin' bat and just swing by?

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