So Much Better

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013)
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  • You fucking cunt
    Pick up the god damn phone

    Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say?
    I wasn't at the studio bitch, what'd you do? Screw Dre?
    You went there looking for me?
    Boo, that excuse is too lame
    Keep playin' me, you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
    You fake, lying slut, you never told me you knew Drake
    And Lupe? You wanna lose two legs?
    You tryin' to flip this on me?
    If I spent more time with you, you say
    "Okay, yeah, and I'm cuckoo eh?" Well, screw you
    And I'll be the third person who screwed you today
    Oh, fourth; Dre, Drake, Lupe, ooh touché
    But you're too two-faced for me
    Thought you was my number one true blue ace, but you ain't
    And I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face
    'Cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo
    You make my fuckin' Bluetooth ache
    You're feeling blue? Too late
    Go smurf yourself, you make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
    Here's what you say to someone you hate

    My life would be so much better
    If you just dropped dead (dead)
    I was laying in bed last night thinking
    And this thought just popped in my head
    And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
    If you dropped dead? (Dead)
    I would feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)

    Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
    Hop on the freeway, tryna get some time alone and just think
    'Til the cops pulled me over but they let me go
    'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk
    'Cause that bitch drove me to drink
    I'm back on my "fuck hoes", with a whole new hatred for blondes
    But bias? I hate all bitches the same baby, come on
    Excuse the pun, but bitch is such a broad statement
    And I am channelin' my anger through every single station it's on
    'Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art
    'Cause she ripped it in two pa-arts
    And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you are?
    Bitch, guess it's time for me to get the dust off
    And pick myself up off the carpet
    But I'll never say the L-word again
    I lo-lo-lo-lo lesbian, ah
    I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
    My life would be so much better if you just

    My life would be so much better
    If you just dropped dead (dead)
    I was laying in bed last night thinking
    And this thought just popped in my head
    And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
    If you dropped dead? (Dead)
    I would feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)

    'Cause you told me
    You'd love me
    Forever
    Bitch, that was a lie
    Now I never
    Wanted someone to die
    So bad in my fucking life
    But fuck it, there's other fish in the sea

    And I'ma have a whale of a time
    Being a single sailor for the night, bitch, on a scale of
    One to ten shit, I must be the Holy Grail of
    Catches, hoe, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (De La)
    I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor-
    Made for me, say "fuck it", kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her
    These bitches tryna get attached but they're failin'
    To latch onto the tail of my bumper
    They're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itchin' to get hitched
    Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch, but bitches ain't shit
    I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
    Bitch, you complain when you listen to this
    But you still throw yourself at me
    That's what I call pitchin' a bitch
    That's why I'm swinging at these chicks on sight
    Long as I got a bat and two balls, it's foul, but my dick's on strike
    So all that love shit is null and void, bitch, I'm a droid
    I avoid Cupid, stupid, wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
    Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy boy's
    Getting sick at these girls, girls, girls
    Oink, oink, oink
    You fucking pigs, all you're good for is doink, doink, doink
    I got ninety-nine problems and the bitch ain't one
    She's all ninety-nine of 'em I need a machine gun
    I take 'em all out (all out), I hope you hear this song
    And go into a cardiac arrest
    Have a heart attack and just drop dead
    And I'ma throw a fucking party after this, 'cause yes

    My life would be so much better
    If you just dropped dead (I hate you)
    I was laying in bed last night thinking
    And this thought just popped in my head (you made me this way)
    And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
    If you dropped dead? (Dead)
    I would feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)

    I'm just playin', bitch, you know I love you Writer/s: Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
    Publisher: ME GUSTA MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Shawna Shady from Old Bridge, NjSuch a good song
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