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letra de puke (clean) - eminem

[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 freaking 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, whoa
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 —- it, i’ma start right here, i’ll just bе brief, i’m
’bout to rattle off some of thе 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 —- again
my next girlfriend, now her name’s gotta be kim (sho-o-o-o-o-o-ot)
if you only knew how much i hated you
for every single freaking 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 freaking 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 freaking hate you in a freestyle
you’re a freaking piece of p–p, i hope you freaking die
i hope you get to h-ll and satan sticks a needle in your eye
i hate your freaking guts, you piece of p–p, 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 freaking 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, d-mn

- eminem

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