Letras de Canciones de Eminem - Puke (versión 1 VS versión 3)

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Versiõn 1 de
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Puke

(http://es.mp3lyrics.org/e/eminem/puke/v1.html)

La versión 1 de la letra

Versiõn 3 de
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Eminem
Puke

(http://es.mp3lyrics.org/e/eminem/puke/v3.html)

La versión 3 de la letra

There I go thinking of you again

Vomiting

There I go, thinking of you again.

[Refrain:]

Chorus:

You don't know how sick you make me

You don't know how sick you make me.

You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach

You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach;

Every time I think of you, I puke

Everytime I think of you, I puke!

You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

You may not think you do, but you do

You must just not know know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-hooo!

Every time I think of you

You may not think you do, but you do.

Everytime I think of you, I puke.

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem

I was gonna take the time to sit down

But from of the dome would probably be a little more,

and write you a little poem

More suitable for this type of song--whoa

but I thought this song would prob'ly be a little more,

I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of

More suitable for this type of song. Whoa.

Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta

I got a millino reasons off the top of

So fuck it, I'ma start right here by just be brief-a

my head that I can think of

Bout to rattle off some other reasons

Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink ta

I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you

So, fuck it, Ima start right here, I'll just be brief Ah

On my arm, but what do I go and do

gotta rattle off some other reasons.

I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo

of you on my arm, but what am I gonna do.

I go and get another one, now I got two

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

oooooooo-ooooo-ooo-ooo

I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin

Now I'm sittin' here, with your name on my skin;

I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again

I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again.

My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim

Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it

Shiiii-iiii-ii-i-it.

If you only knew how much I hated you

If you only knew, how much I hated you

For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through

For every motherfuckin' think you ever put us through,

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you.

Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

Booo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-hoo

Chorus

[au Refrain]

I was gonna take the time to sit down

and write you a little letter,

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter

But I thought a song would prob'ly be a little better,

But I thought a song would probably be a little better

Instead of a letter, that you'll

Instead of a letter

probably just shred up. Yed-up.

That you'd probably just shred up--yeah

I stumbled on your picture yesterday and

I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of

it made me stop and think of

How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a

How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta

Paper, I'd rather let you see how

A stupid piece a

Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle

Paper I'd rather let you see how

You're a fuckin' coke-head, I hope you fuckin' die

Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle:

You're a fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fucking die

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

I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die

I hate your fuckin' guts, you fucking

Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie

slut; I hope you die.

But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad

Die-ie-ie-ie-ieee!

It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back

But please don't get me wrong; I'm not bitter or mad

It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna

It's not that I still love you; it's

Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag

not 'cause I want you back

What else can I do, I haven't got a clue

It's that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak

Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to

Yaa-aaa-aa-a-ak!

But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do

But what can I do? I haven't got a clue

Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

Now I guess I'll just move on; I have no choice but to.

But everytime I think of you now all I wanna do

[au Refrain]

Is puuuu-u-u-u-uuuke.

Chorus

Fuckin' bitch

Vomiting

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