Lirik Lagu Puke - Eminem
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Sounds of someone puking)
There I go--thinking of you again
[Chorus]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 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 taSo fuck it, I'ma start right here by just be brief-aBout to rattle off some other 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 oohI'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
[Chorus]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 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' cokein' 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 wanna yak-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-agWhat 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 wanna doIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus]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
Fuckin' bitch
There I go--thinking of you again
[Chorus]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 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 taSo fuck it, I'ma start right here by just be brief-aBout to rattle off some other 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 oohI'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
[Chorus]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 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' cokein' 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 wanna yak-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-agWhat 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 wanna doIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
[Chorus]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
Fuckin' bitch
