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!

[Pre-Chorus: Jessie Reyez]

Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man

Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man

I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck

Suck my dick, you fuckin' 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 cummin'

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!

[Pre-Chorus: Jessie Reyez & Eminem]

Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch

Suck my dick, (bi-) you fuckin' suck, man

I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck (Bi-)

Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch

[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)

Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! (Oh)

Been textin' you since three, I still get no fucking reply

You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size

Fuck you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch

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 fucking 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 fuckin' bat and just swing by?