[{"id":33955956,"name":"Puke","trackName":"Puke","artistName":"EMINEM","albumName":"Puke","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There I go--thinking of you again\n\nYou don't know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you I puke\n\nI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem\nBut off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa\nI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of\nSixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta\nSo fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm\nBout to rattle off some of the reasons\nI knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you\nOn my arm, but what do I go and do\nI go and get another one, now I got two\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nNow I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin\nI can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again\nMy next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim\nShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it\nIf you only knew how much I hated you\nFor every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through\nThen I wouldn't be standing here crying over you\nBoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who\n\nYou don't know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you I puke\n\nI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter\nBut I thought a song would probably be a little better\nInstead of a letter\nThat you'd probably just shred up--yeah\nI stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of\nHow much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a\nPaper, I'd rather let you see how\nMuch I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle\nYou're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin' die\nI hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye\nI hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die\nDi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie\nBut please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad\nIt's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back\nIt's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna\nGag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag\nWhat else can I do, I haven't got a clue\nNow I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to\nBut every time I think of you now all I wanna do\nIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke\n\nYou don't know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\n\nFuckin' bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.20] There I go--thinking of you again\n[00:23.09] You don't know how sick you make me\n[00:28.10] You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\n[00:33.02] Every time I think of you, I puke\n[00:35.14] You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\n[00:40.38] You may not think you do, but you do\n[00:44.15] Every time I think of you I puke\n[00:46.85] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem\n[00:49.70] But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa\n[00:57.49] I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of\n[01:01.83] Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta\n[01:04.39] So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm\n[01:07.86] Bout to rattle off some of the reasons\n[01:09.83] I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you\n[01:13.22] On my arm, but what do I go and do\n[01:15.92] I go and get another one, now I got two\n[01:18.30] Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\n[01:22.17] Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin\n[01:24.25] I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again\n[01:27.25] My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim\n[01:30.42] Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it\n[01:33.35] If you only knew how much I hated you\n[01:36.41] For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through\n[01:38.89] Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you\n[01:42.36] Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who\n[01:44.98] You don't know how sick you make me\n[01:51.05] You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\n[01:54.09] Every time I think of you, I puke\n[01:56.83] You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\n[02:02.66] You may not think you do, but you do\n[02:05.86] Every time I think of you I puke\n[02:08.41] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter\n[02:12.26] But I thought a song would probably be a little better\n[02:14.86] Instead of a letter\n[02:16.23] That you'd probably just shred up--yeah\n[02:19.78] I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of\n[02:23.64] How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a\n[02:27.69] Paper, I'd rather let you see how\n[02:30.02] Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle\n[02:31.64] You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin' die\n[02:34.79] I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye\n[02:37.35] I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die\n[02:40.44] Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie\n[02:44.03] But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad\n[02:46.48] It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back\n[02:49.16] It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna\n[02:52.05] Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag\n[02:55.18] What else can I do, I haven't got a clue\n[02:57.73] Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to\n[03:00.91] But every time I think of you now all I wanna do\n[03:03.81] Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke\n[03:07.05] You don't know how sick you make me\n[03:13.06] You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\n[03:16.33] Every time I think of you, I puke\n[03:18.82] You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\n[03:24.43] You may not think you do, but you do\n[03:28.12] Every 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again\n\nYou don't know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you I puke\n\nI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem\nBut off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa\nI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of\nSixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta\nSo fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm\nBout to rattle off some of the reasons\nI knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you\nOn my arm, but what do I go and do\nI go and get another one, now I got two\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nNow I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin\nI can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again\nMy next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim\nShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it\nIf you only knew how much I hated you\nFor 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again\n[01:27.25] My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim\n[01:30.42] Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it\n[01:33.35] If you only knew how much I hated you\n[01:36.41] For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through\n[01:38.89] Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you\n[01:42.36] Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who\n[01:44.98] You don't know how sick you make me\n[01:51.05] You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\n[01:54.09] Every time I think of you, I puke\n[01:56.83] You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\n[02:02.66] You may not think you do, but you do\n[02:05.86] Every time I think of you I puke\n[02:08.41] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter\n[02:12.26] But I thought a song would probably be a little better\n[02:14.86] Instead of a letter\n[02:16.23] That you'd probably just shred up--yeah\n[02:19.78] I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of\n[02:23.64] How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a\n[02:27.69] Paper, I'd rather let you see how\n[02:30.02] Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle\n[02:31.64] You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin' die\n[02:34.79] I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye\n[02:37.35] I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die\n[02:40.44] Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie\n[02:44.03] But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad\n[02:46.48] It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back\n[02:49.16] It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna\n[02:52.05] Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag\n[02:55.18] What else can I do, I haven't got a clue\n[02:57.73] Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to\n[03:00.91] But every time I think of you now all I wanna do\n[03:03.81] Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke\n[03:07.05] You don't know how sick you make me\n[03:13.06] You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach\n[03:16.33] Every time I think of you, I puke\n[03:18.82] You must just not 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