puke lyrics – 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 f*ckin’ 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

i was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
but off 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 f*ck it, i’ma start right here i’ll just be brief i’m
bout to rattle off some of the 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
now i’m sittin’ here with your name on my skin
i can’t believe i went and did this stupid sh*t 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 motherf*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ 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

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 f*ckin’ hate you in a freestyle
you’re a f*ckin’ c*ke-head sl*t, i hope you f*ckin’ die
i hope you get to h*ll and satan sticks a needle in your eye
i hate your f*ckin’ guts, you f*ckin’ sl*t, 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
yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
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 f*ckin’ 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

f*ckin’ b*tch

/ eminem lyrics