Eminem – Puke
[Sounds of someone puking]
There I go–thinking of you again
[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin? sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But from of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song–whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain´t enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I´ma start right here by just be brief-a
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn?t go and get another tattoo of you
On my arm, but what do I go and do
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I´m sittin´ here with your name on my skin
I can´t believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend, now her name?s gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin? thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn´t be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin? sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you´d probably just shred up–yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it?d be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I´d rather let you see how
Much I fuckin? hate you in a freestyle
You´re a fuckin? cokein? slut, I hope you fuckin? die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin? guts, you fuckin? slut, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don´t get me wrong, I´m not bitter or mad
It´s not that I still love you, it´s not cause I want you back
It´s just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
What else can I do, I haven´t got a clue
Now I guess I´ll just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I´ll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin? sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke
Fuckin? bitch
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