Puke

作曲 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May

There I go, thinking of you again

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' 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

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 be brief, I'm

'Bout to rattle off some of the 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 (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it)

If you only knew how much I hated you

For every single freakin' thing you've ever put us through

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you

(Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo)

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' 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

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 freakin' hate you in a freestyle

You're a freakin' piece of poop, I hope you freakin' die

I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye

I hate your freakin' guts, you piece of poop, 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

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' 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

Ah, damn!

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May

[00:18.830]There I go, thinking of you again

[00:22.830]You don't know how sick you make me

[00:29.170]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

[00:32.360]Every time I think of you I puke

[00:34.820]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

[00:40.800]You may not think you do, but you do

[00:43.800]Every time I think of you I puke

[00:46.080]I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem

[00:50.100]But off of the dome would probably be a little more

[00:52.920]More suitable for this type of song, whoa

[00:57.940]I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of

[01:01.780]Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to

[01:04.650]So **** it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm

[01:07.650]'Bout to rattle off some of the reasons

[01:09.640]I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo

[01:12.590]Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?

[01:15.590]I go and get another one, now I got two

[01:18.650](Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

[01:21.580]Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin

[01:24.320]I can't believe I went and did this stupid **** again

[01:27.270]My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it)

[01:33.330]If you only knew how much I hated you

[01:36.020]For every single freakin' thing you've ever put us through

[01:38.970]Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you

[01:42.080](Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo)

[01:44.930]You don't know how sick you make me

[01:50.990]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

[01:54.410]Every time I think of you I puke

[01:56.680]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

[02:02.820]You may not think you do, but you do

[02:05.720]Every time I think of you I puke

[02:07.970]I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter

[02:11.970]But I thought a song would probably be a little better

[02:14.790]Instead of a letter that you'd probably just shred up, yeah

[02:19.880]I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of

[02:23.700]How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to

[02:26.520]A stupid piece of, paper, I'd rather let you see how

[02:29.550]Much I freakin' hate you in a freestyle

[02:31.770]You're a freakin' piece of poop, I hope you freakin' die

[02:34.270]I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye

[02:37.490]I hate your freakin' guts, you piece of poop, I hope you die

[02:40.570](Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie)

[02:43.390]But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad

[02:46.240]It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back

[02:49.220]It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack

[02:52.250](A-a-a-a-a-a-ack)

[02:55.220]But what else can I do? I haven't got a clue

[02:57.940]Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to

[03:00.970]But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke

[03:06.980]You don't know how sick you make me

[03:13.070]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

[03:16.330]Every time I think of you I puke

[03:18.680]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

[03:24.770]You may not think you do, but you do

[03:27.750]Every time I think of you I puke

[03:53.350]Ah, damn!