Em B Em B You don't know how sick you make meEm B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEm B Em Every time I think of you I pukeEm B Em B You must just not know whoa whoaEm B Em You may not think you do but you doEm B Em Every time I think of you I puke [Verse 1]Em B Em I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poemB Em B Em B But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of songEm B Em I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think ofB Em B Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and justEm be briefB About to rattle off some other reasonsEm C I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattooEm C Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?Em C B Em I go and get another one, now I got two ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-oohEm C Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skinEm C I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit againEm C B Em My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-itEm C If you only knew how much I hated youEm C For every motherfucking thing you ever put us throughEm C B Em Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo [Chorus]Em B Em B You don't know how sick you make meEm B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEm B Em Every time I think of you I pukeEm B Em B You must just not know whoa whoaEm B Em You may not think you do but you doEm B Em Every time I think of you I puke [Verse 2]Em B Em I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letterEm B Em B But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter,Em B that you'd probably just shredder, yeahEm B Em I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think ofB Em How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink toB Em B A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see howEm B Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyleEm C You're a fuckin' coke-head and I hope you fuckin' dieEm C I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eyeEm C B Em I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, d-i-i-i-i-eEm C But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or madEm C It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you backEm C B Em It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack, ha-a-a-ackEm C But what else can I do, I haven't got a clueEm C Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but toEm C B Em But every time I think of you now all I want to do is pu-u-u-uke [Chorus]Em B Em B You don't know how sick you make meEm B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomachEm B Em Every time I think of you I pukeEm B Em B You must just not know whoa whoaEm B Em You may not think you do but you doEm B Em Every time I think of you I puke
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Composição: Brian May, Eminem, Luis Edgardo Resto e King Steven Lee
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