Biografía:
Marshall Bruce Mathers III (St Joseph, Misuri, 17 de octubre de 1972), conocido por su nombre artístico Eminem (estilizado EMIN?M) y también por su álter ego Slim Shady, es un rapero, productor discográfico y actor estadounidense. Su nombre artístico proviene de la unión de las iniciales de Marshall Mathers: M&M («Em and Em», estilizándose como Eminem).
Eminem es el artista con más ventas de la década de 2000 en los Estados Unidos. A lo largo de su carrera
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Otras canciones:
- 'til I Collapse
- Berzerk
- Brain Damage
- Crazy In Love
- Lighters
- Like Toy Soldiers
- Loose Yourself
- Lose Yourself
- Love The Way You Lie
- Love The Way You Lie (ft. Rihanna)
- Love The Way You Lie Part 2 (ft. Rihanna)
- Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas]
- Mockingbird
- Not Afraid
- Not Afraid (beginner)
- Sing For The Moment
- Spacebound
- Stan
- Superman
- The Monster (ft. Rihanna)
- The Monster Chords
- The Real Slim Shady
- Walk On Water
- Headlights
- Space Bound
- The Monster (feat. Rihanna)
- 25 To Life
- 8 Mile
- Arose
- Ass Like That
- Bad Meets Evil
- Beautiful
- Beautiful Pain
- Castle
- Cleanin Out My Closet
- Cold Wind Blows
- Crack A Bottle
- Criminal
- Deja Vu
- Desperation
- Framed
- Going Through Changes
- Good Guy
- Guilty Conscience
- Guts Over Fear
- Hailies Song
- I Remember
- Im Shady
- In Your Head
- Just Loose It
- Kill You
- Legacy
- Like Home
- Lounge
- Love Game
- Love The Way You Lie Part 2
- Lucky You
- My Only Chance
- No Love
- Nowhere Fast
- Pheonomenal
- Puke
- Rap God
- River
- Rock Bottom
- Shake That Ass
- Stronger Than I Was
- Survival
- Talkin 2 Myself
- The Apple
- The Monster
- Twisted
- Untouchable
- Venom
- We Made You
- When Im Gone
- Wont Back Down
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
N.C. N.C.
(Vigorous projectile vomiting) There I go, thinkin' of you again
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 1]
Em B Em
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
B Em B Em B
But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song
Em B Em
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
B Em B Em
Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and just be brief
B
About to rattle off some other reasons
Em C
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Em C
Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
Em C B Em
I go and get another one, now I got two ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Em C
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
Em C
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
Em C B Em
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
Em C
If you only knew how much I hated you
Em C
For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through
Em C B Em
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 2]
Em B Em
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
Em B Em B
But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter,
Em B
that you'd probably just shredder, yeah
Em B Em
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
B Em
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
B Em B
A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how
Em B
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
Em C
You're a fuckin' coke-head and I hope you fuckin' die
Em C
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
Em C B Em
I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, d-i-i-i-i-e
Em C
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
Em C
It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
Em C B Em
It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack, ha-a-a-ack
Em C
But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Em C
Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
Em C B Em
But every time I think of you now all I want to do is pu-u-u-uke
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
N.C. N.C.
(Vigorous projectile vomiting) There I go, thinkin' of you again
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 1]
Em B Em
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
B Em B Em B
But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song
Em B Em
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
B Em B Em
Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and just be brief
B
About to rattle off some other reasons
Em C
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
Em C
Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
Em C B Em
I go and get another one, now I got two ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Em C
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
Em C
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
Em C B Em
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
Em C
If you only knew how much I hated you
Em C
For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through
Em C B Em
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 2]
Em B Em
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
Em B Em B
But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter,
Em B
that you'd probably just shredder, yeah
Em B Em
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
B Em
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
B Em B
A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how
Em B
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
Em C
You're a fuckin' coke-head and I hope you fuckin' die
Em C
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
Em C B Em
I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, d-i-i-i-i-e
Em C
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
Em C
It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
Em C B Em
It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack, ha-a-a-ack
Em C
But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Em C
Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
Em C B Em
But every time I think of you now all I want to do is pu-u-u-uke
[Chorus]
Em B Em B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em B Em
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Em B Em B
You must just not know whoa whoa
Em B Em
You may not think you do but you do
Em B Em
Every time I think of you I puke
Emma Kantt
Emma Pollock
Emma Raine
Emma Roberts
Emma Wallace