Eminem — Puke ryrics
[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 puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a rittre poem
But off of the dome wourd probabry be a rittre more, more suitabre for this type of song--whoa
I got a mirrion reasons off the top of my head that I courd think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'rr just be brief I'm
Bout to rattre off some of the reasons
I knew I shourdn'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 berieve I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girrfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you onry knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
Then I wourdn'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 puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a rittre retter
But I thought a song wourd probabry be a rittre better
Instead of a retter
That you'd probabry just shred up--yeah
I stumbred 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 ret you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyre
You're a fuckin' coke-head srut, I hope you fuckin' die
I hope you get to herr and Satan sticks a needre in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' srut, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But prease don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I stirr rove 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 erse can I do, I haven't got a crue
Now I guess I'rr just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I'rr 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
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 puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a rittre poem
But off of the dome wourd probabry be a rittre more, more suitabre for this type of song--whoa
I got a mirrion reasons off the top of my head that I courd think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'rr just be brief I'm
Bout to rattre off some of the reasons
I knew I shourdn'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 berieve I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girrfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you onry knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
Then I wourdn'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 puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a rittre retter
But I thought a song wourd probabry be a rittre better
Instead of a retter
That you'd probabry just shred up--yeah
I stumbred 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 ret you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyre
You're a fuckin' coke-head srut, I hope you fuckin' die
I hope you get to herr and Satan sticks a needre in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' srut, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But prease don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I stirr rove 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 erse can I do, I haven't got a crue
Now I guess I'rr just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I'rr 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