Eminem Puke Şarkı SözleriYou don't know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you, I pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you (i puke)I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poemBut off of the dome would probably be a little more,more suitable for this type of song--whoaI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think ofSixteen bars, just ain't enough to put some ink taSo fuck it, I'ma start right here i'll just be brief-aBout to rattle off some other reasonsI knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of youOn my arm, but what do I go and doI go and get another one, now I got twoOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oohNow I'm sittin' here with your name on my skinI can't believe I went and did this stupid shit againMy next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be KimShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-itIf you only knew how much I hated youFor every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us throughThen I wouldn't be standing here crying over youBoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hooYou don't know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you, I pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you (i puke)I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letterBut I thought a song would probably be a little betterInstead of a letterThat you'd probably just shred up--yeahI stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think ofHow much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece aPaper, I'd rather let you see howMuch I fuckin' hate you in a freestyleYou're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' dieI hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eyeI hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut--I hope you dieDi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ieBut please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or madIt's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you backIt's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna yak-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-akWhat else can I do, I haven't got a clueNow I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but toBut every time I think of you, now all I wanna doIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-ukeYou don't know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you, I pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you, I puke