Eminem - T.R.W.M. Puke (Produced By Eminem) Lyrics

Intro]
{Puke noises}
There I go...
Thinkin' of you again...

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me f___in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I [puke].
You must just not know, uo-uo-uo-uo-uo-uoh,
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime 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, woah.
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of,
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink to,
So f___ it, I'ma 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 what do I go and do?
I go and get another one, now I got two, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Now I'm sittin' here, with your name on my skin,
I can't believe I went and did this stupid s___ again,
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim, shi-i-i-i-i-i-it.
If you only knew how much I hated you,
For every-m_________in'-thing you've ever put us through,
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin'over you
boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo.

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me f___in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I [puke].
You must just not know, uo-uo-uo-uo-uo-uoh,
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime 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 prolly just shred up, yup.
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 f___in' hate you in a freestyle.
You're a f___in' c__e head s___ I hope you f___in' die,
I hope you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye,
I hate your f___in' guts, you f___in' s___ I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-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 'cuz I want you back,
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna gag, a-a-a-a-a-a-AG,
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 everytime 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 f___in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I [puke].
You must just not know, uo-uo-uo-uo-uo-uoh,
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I [puke].

[Outro]
{Puke noises again :) }
God d___
f___in' b____

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