Puke Lyrics

There I go Thinkin' of you again
You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I puke You must just not know 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 song, woh
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 to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but whatever I gonna do? I go and get another one, now I got two Ooh!
Now I'm sittin here, with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
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 know [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/puke-lyrics-eminem.html ] 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 probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made 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 fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die You get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
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 Aack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue 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 puke
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 know You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you, I puke
Goddamn it Fuckin' bitch