Eminem-puke

[Intro]
[Eminem puking]
There I go thinking of you again

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Verse 1]
I was gonna take a little time to 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 ???
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh I'm sittin here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not not knoooooowww
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 prolly be a little better instead of a letter
That you'd prolly just shred up ??? I stumbled on your picture
The other day and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather have you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking ??? and I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad
It's not that I still love you its not that I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna gag
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Outro]
[Eminem puking]
Fucking bitch

-End-

i was really hartbroken..
i hav decided to let him go..
he really broke my hart..
it's time to move on...
get over it!

homework..
arnd 30 of them..
holy shit!!!
how am i gonna finish this
homwork shit..
had not even started.
damn it.

this holidae aint fun at all..
everyday im booked with school stuff..

im listening to music now..

fuck the beat,i go acapella
fuck papa doc, fuck a clock,
fuck a trailer,fuck everybody
fuck y'all if u doubt me

im a piece of trash,i say it proudly
fuck this battle,
i dun wanna win, im outtie
here, tell these ppl sumtink
they dun noe abt me..

my mum suspected me
of smoking when i
haven't even smoke yet..
now my mind is gonna
blow up bcoz of dat fucking
homework..geez..
when will all this be over..
i guess it has never..

no camps for me..
cant go prefect camp coz
gonna go on a family trip
to m'sia..

then d camp dat i had been
waiting for was cancelled..
damn..
arghhhh....
shit..
everything aint goin d
way it is suppose to be.
fuck it..