Puke - Eminem

You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach

Everytime I think of you I Puke

You must just not knoooooowww

You may not think you do But you do everytime 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 woah

I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars this ain’t enough to put some ink to So fuck it I’ma start right here I’ll just be briefer

Bout to rattle off some other reasons

I knew I shouldnt 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

Oooooh Now 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 Shiiiiiiiit

If you only knew how much I hated you

For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through

Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo

You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache

Everytime I think of you I Puke

You must just not knoooooowww

You may not think you do But you do everytime 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 probly be a little better instead of a letter

That you’d probly 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 to a stupid piece of paper

I’d rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle

You’re a fucking cokehead slut I hope you fucking die

I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye

I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)

But please don’t get me wrong I’m not bitter or mad

It’s not that I still love you its not cause I want you back

It’s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak eeeack

But what else can I do I havn’t gotta clue

Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke

You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache

Everytime I think of you I Puke

You must just not not knoooooowww

You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I Puke

Fucking bitch