50 Ways

[Chorus: Paul Simon] "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 fifty ways to leave your lover" [Verse 1: Eminem] You're probably gonna think that I'm talkin' about you And you're, 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? Now I'm just playin' tug of war with his heart, 'cause he misses me I can still fuck him and leave him whenever I feel frisky And there's 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, drivin' across country Strapped up to the front seat, missin' all her front teeth Thinkin' to herself, "When's the next time he's gonna punch me?" I told this cunt she's gonna overdo it once And once she does, she'll be stuffed up in a trunk, crunchy Scrunched 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, 'til my shrink told me this: [Chorus: Paul Simon] "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 fifty ways to leave your lover" [Verse 2: Eminem] I feel like a serial killer, I keep dumpin' 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, everything Was all better, she made me feel like a king Slowly she began lowering my self-esteem She'd go to the club and not answer the phone when I call her And I just bought her a truck for fifty thousand dollars Accuse me of doin' drugs and scream and holla Then I find a bag of coke on her, some marijuana And all I know is every time I go To them hidin' spots wherever she hides her blow Them little bags of dope, there was a pile of coke That's growin' 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'd just argue Say she put it there on purpose and flip the whole script Ooh, she's a manipulative evil bitch! A cunnin' little cunt, little deceitful witch She thought she had me, 'til my shrink told me this: [Chorus: Paul Simon] "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 fifty ways to leave your lover" She said, "It's really not my habit to intrude Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"