50 Ways [French translation]

[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 up to the front seat, missing all her front teeth

Thinking 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 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: 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 50 ways to leave your lover

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I feel like a serial killer, I keep dumping bodies in the lake

I'mma get caught and send 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 scream n' 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 there 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: 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 50 ways to leave your lover