| You, don’t, know, how, sick, you, make, me You make me fuckin sick to my stomach
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| Every time I think of you, I puke!
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| You, must, just, not, know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh
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| You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you, I puke!
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| I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
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| But off of the dome would probably be a little more
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| More suitable, for this type of song — whoa
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| I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain’t enough to put some ink ta So fuck it I’ma start right here, I’ll just be briefer
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| Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
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| I knew I shouldn’t go and get another tattoo
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| of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
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| I go and get another one, now I got two, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh
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| I’m sittin here, with your name on my skin
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| I can’t believe I went and did this stupid shit again
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| My next girlfriend, now her name’s gotta be Kim, shiii-iii-iii-iit
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| If you only knew, how much I hated you
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| For every motherfuckin thing you’ve ever put us through
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| Then I wouldn’t be standin here cryin over you, booo-ooo-ooo-ooo-hoo
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| I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
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| But I thought a song would probably be a little better
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| Instead of a letter, that you’d probably just shred up — yeah
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| 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
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| much I fuckin hate you in a freestyle
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| You’re a fuckin cokehead slut I hope you fuckin die
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| I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
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| I hate your fuckin guts you fuckin slut I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie!
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| But please don’t get me wrong — I’m not bitter I’m mad
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| It’s not that I still love you, it’s not cause I want you back
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| It’s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak, aaa-aaa-aaaak
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| But when else can I do, I haven’t got a clue
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| Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to But every time I think of you, now all I wanna do, is puuu-uuu-uuuke!
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| God damn…
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| Fuckin bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puke , by - Eminem. Song from the album Encore, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп