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Eminem - Puke

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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 ? 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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