Puke

Eminem

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Tom:
Em B Em B You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em You may not think you do but you do
Em 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 poem
B Em B Em B But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song
Em B Em I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
B Em B Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and just
Em be brief
B About to rattle off some other reasons
Em C I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Em 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-ooh
Em C Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
Em C I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
Em C B Em My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
Em C If you only knew how much I hated you
Em C For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through
Em 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 me
Em B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em You may not think you do but you do
Em 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 letter
Em 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, yeah
Em B Em I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
B Em How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
B Em B A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how
Em B Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
Em C You're a fuckin' coke-head and I hope you fuckin' die
Em C I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
Em C B Em I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, d-i-i-i-i-e
Em C But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
Em C It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
Em C B Em It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack, ha-a-a-ack
Em C But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Em C Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
Em 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 me
Em B Em You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em You may not think you do but you do
Em 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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