Nice Guy Lyrics - 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 

Right, sike 

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man 

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man 

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

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man 

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 run it 

I'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cumin' 

I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it 

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 tele, 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 

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You're such a nice guy, a nice guy 

You're faithful, you don't lie 

After the club, you go back home right 

Right, sike 

Suck my dick, you fucking suck bitch 

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man 

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

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man 

I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmichael oh Lord 

You tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofa 

La proxima yo se que mejor me quedo sola 

Estas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola 

I'm an emotional wreck, weak, everything over affects me 

When you joke it upsets me, you say I'm no good at sex 

And you think I'm gross and unsexy 

I need scope 'cause my breath stinks 

You hope that I choke on a Pepsi 

Bitch you was supposed to correct me 

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Been texting you since three, I still get no fucking reply 

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

Fuck you going in those knee high boots, cut it out bitch 

I doubt that you're going to house sit in that outfit, no 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 fucking bat and just swing by