Puke Lyrics – Eminem
He wrote the song "Puke" around the time she was addicted to cocaine and in trouble with the law for drug possession. This song seems to be a reaction to these events. Especially since he repeatedly calls her a cokehead.| Song Name : | Puke |
| Album / Movie : | Encore |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
There I go, thinkin’ of you again
You don’t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin’ sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you I pukeYou must just not knowYou may not think you do but you doEvery time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit downAnd write you a little poemBut off of the dome would probably be a little moreMore suitable for this type of song, whoaI got a million reasons off the top of my headThat I could think ofSixteen bars just ain’t enough to put some ink toSo fuck it I’m a start right here, I’ll just be briefAbout to rattle off some other reasonsI knew I shouldn’t go and get another tattooOf you on my arm, but what do I go and do?I go and get another one, now I got two, oohNow I’m sittin’ here with your name on my skinI can’t believe I went and did this stupid shit againMy next girlfriend, now her name’s gotta be Kim, shitIf you only knew how much I hated youFor every motherfucking thing you’ve ever put us throughThen I wouldn’t be standin’ here cryin’ over you, boohoo
You don’t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin’ sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you I pukeYou must just not knowYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit downAnd write you a little letterBut I thought a song would probably be a little betterInstead of a letter, that you’d probably just shred up, yeahI stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think ofHow much of a waste it’d be for me to put some ink toA stupid piece of paper, I’d rather let you see howMuch I fuckin’ hate you in a freestyleYou’re a fuckin’ coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin’ dieI hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eyeI hate your fuckin’ guts, you fuckin’ slut I hope you die, dieBut please don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter or madIt’s not that I still love you, it’s not ’cause I want you backIt’s just that when I think of you it makes me want to yack, ackBut what else can I do? I haven’t got a clueNow I guess I’ll just move on, I have no choice but toBut every time I think of you now all I want to do is puke
You don’t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin’ sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you I pukeYou must just not knowYou may not think you do but you doEvery time I think of you I puke
Ah, damn
Fucking bitch