Eminem - 50 Ways - Текст песни

Verse 1 (Eminem): 
You probably gonna think that I'm talking about you and you goddamn right I am 
look at you, this is the minimal I could diss you 
subliminally, but I think criminal instinct 
has pushed me to the brink, my pussy does it stink 
he still loves me cause he puts me in his ink 
he does, doesn't he, still is, isn't he? 
Nah, I'm just playing tug of war with his heart cause he misses me 
I can still fuck him and leave him whenever I feel frisky 
and is no risk of disease cause he ain't with anyone is he? 
this bitch really thinks she can get me 
if she still wants me, driving across country 
strapped him to the front seat, missing all the front teeth 
thinking to herself when's the next time he's gonna punch me? 
I told this cunt she's gonna over-do it once 
and once she does, she was stuffed up in a trunk 
crunch, he scrunched her up in a ball 
bunched up nice and comfy 
fuck around get dumped up in a lake 'fore you dump me 
you cunning little cunt, deceitful witch 
you thought you had me, 'till my shrink told me this 

Hook (Martin L. Gore): 
The problem is all inside your head she said to me 
The answer is easy if you take it logically 
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free 
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover 

Verse 2 (Eminem): 
I feel like a serial killer 
I keep dumping bodies in the lake, I'ma get caught and sent up the river 
I shiver when I think of the company I keep 
how do I know she ain't gonna kill me when I sleep 
I shriek, every time she hands me something to drink 
sex kept us together, when we slept together every-thing 
was all better, she made me feel like a king 
slowly, she began lowering my self-esteem
she go to the club and not answer the phone when I call her 
and I just bought her a truck for 50,000 dollars 
accused me of doing drugs and screaming "holla" 
then I find a bag of coke on her, some marijuana 
and all I know is every time I go 
to them hiding spots, wherever she hides her blow 
the little bags of dope, there was a pile of coke 
that's growing smaller, and that was just a while ago 
and I wouldn't even let on like I know 
what was I supposed to do, call her out on it, we just argue 
say she put it down on purpose and flipped the whole script 
ooh she's a manipulative evil bitch 
a cunning little cunt, little deceitful witch 
she thought she had me, 'till my shrink told me this 

Hook (Martin L. Gore): 
The problem is all inside your head she said to me 
The answer is easy if you take it logically 
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free 
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover