Puke

[Intro]

*Eminem pukes into the toilet*

*Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet*

*Toilet flush*

There I go, thinking of you again

[Chorus]

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me fucking sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you, I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

You may not think you do, but you do

Every time I think of you, I puke

[Verse 1]

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 could think of

Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to

So fuck it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm

'Bout to rattle off some of the 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 sitting 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 (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it)

If you only knew how much I hated you

For every motherfucking thing you've ever put us through

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you (Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo)

[Chorus]

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me fucking sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you, I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

You may not think you do, but you do

Every time I think of you, I puke

[Verse 2]

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 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 (Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie)

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 yack (A-a-a-a-a-a-ack)

But 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 pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke

[Chorus]

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me fucking sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you, I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

You may not think you do, but you do

Every time I think of you, I puke

[Outro]

Ah, damn

Fucking bitch