Eminem "Puke" paroles

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Puke

There I go–thinking 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 know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poemBut off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song–whoaI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think ofSixteen bars, this ain’t enough to put some ink toSo fuck it, I’ma start right here I’ll just be brief I’mBout to rattle off some of the reasonsI knew I shouldn’t go and get another tattoo of youOn my arm, but what do I go and doI go and get another one, now I got twoOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 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 KimShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-itIf you only knew how much I hated youFor every motherfuckin’ thing you ever put us throughThen I wouldn’t be standing here crying over youBoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letterBut I thought a song would probably be a little betterInstead of a letterThat 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 ta, a stupid piece aPaper, 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 dieDi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ieBut 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 wannaYack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ackWhat 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, I’ll I wanna doIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

You don’t know how sick you make meYou make me fuc*in’ sick to my stomachEvery time I think of you, I pukeYou must just not know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you do, but you doEvery time I think of you, I puke

Fuc*in’ bitc*

Pegla

I eto.. opet mislim na tebe

Nisi svesna koliko mi je muka od tebeZbog tebe osećam neku je…u mučninu u stomakuSvaki put kad na tebe pomislim , ja povratimMora da jednostavno ne znašMožda misliš da nije tako, ali jesteSvaki put kad te se setim, ja povratim

Planirao sam da iskoristim to vreme da sednem i napišem ti pesmicuAli u momentu sam se dosetio da bi ovakva pesma verovatno bila prikladnijaMogao bih se ovako napamet setiti milion razlogaŠesnaest taktnih crtica, tu ne bi stalo mastiloZato ko ga jebe, počeću baš ovde i biću kratakIzbrbljaću neke od razlogaZnam da ne bi trebalo da odem i još jednom istetoviram tvoje imena ruku, ali šta ja uradimOdem i stavim još jednu, sad imam dveOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oohSad sedim ovde s tvojim imenom na svojoj kožiNe mogu da verujem da sam opet isto glupo sranje napravioMoja sledeća devojka, sad će se morati zvati KimSraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanjeKad bi samo znala koliko te mrzimZbog svake jebene stvari koju si nam ikad priredilaOnda ne bih bio tu i plakao za tobomPlač plač

Nisi svesna koliko mi je muka od tebeZbog tebe osećam neku jebenu mučninu u stomakuSvaki put kad na tebe pomislim , ja povratimMora da jednostavno ne znašMožda misliš da nije tako, ali jesteSvaki put kad te se setim, ja povratim

Planirao sam da iskoristim to vreme da sednem i napišem ti pesmicuAli pomislio sam da bi pesma verovatno bila malo bolja idejaUmesto pismakojeg bi verovatno samo pocepala – daJuče sam naleteo na tvoju sliku te sam se zamislio i shvatiokakvo bi to bilo traćenje vremena da sam stavio mastilo na neki glupi komadpapira, rađe bih pustio da vidiš koliko teu slobodnom stilu jebeno mrzimTi si jedna jebena kokainska drolja, jebote, želim da umrešNadam se da ćeš završiti u paklu i da će ti sotona zabiti iglu u okoMrzim te iz dna duše, ti jebena droljo, želim da umrešUmriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiAli molim te, nemoj me pogrešno shvatiti, nisam ja ogorčen ni ljutNije da te još uvek volim, nije to zato što hoću da mi se vratišNego jednostavno, kad pomislim na tebe, od toga mi sePeeeeeeeeeeeeeegliraŠta drugo mogu, nemam pojmaPretpostavljam da ću sad prosto produžiti dalje, nemam drugog izboraAli sad, kad god se tebe setim, sve što želim je dapoooooooooooovratim

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Ici on peut trouver les paroles de la chanson Puke de Eminem. Ou les paroles du poème Puke. Eminem Puke texte.