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Sanatçı : Eminem
Kategori : Yabancı Rap
Albüm : Encore (2004)
Şarkı : Puke
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Boyut : 3.35 MB
Tarih : 19 Nisan 2018 tarihinde eklendi.

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Eminem Puke Şarkı Sözleri


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 knowwhoawhoawhoawhoa 
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 songwhoa 
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could 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 briefa 
Bout to rattle off some other 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 shit again 
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim 
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit 
If you only knew how much I hated you 
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through 
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you 
Boooooooooooohoo 


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 knowwhoawhoawhoawhoa 
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 upyeah 
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 fuckin' hate you in a freestyle 
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die 
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye 
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slutI hope you die 
Diiiiiiiiiiiie 
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 yak 
aaaaaaaaaaaaak 
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 all I wanna do 
Is puuuuuuuuuuuuke 


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 knowwhoawhoawhoawhoa 
You may not think you do, but you do 
Every time I think of you, I puke