Biografia:
Marshall Bruce Mathers III (17 de Outubro de 1972 - St. Joseph, Missouri, Estados Unidos), mundialmente famoso por seu nome artístico Eminem, é rapper, compositor, produtor e ator. É vencedor de inúmeros prêmios, dentre eles: 1 Óscar, 16 BMA, 15 Grammy's, 14 EMA, 12 VMA, 9 AMA, 7 TCA, 7 PCA, 5 WMA, 2 MTV Movie Awards. Já vendeu mais de 100 milhões de álbuns pelo mundo, sendo o artista que mais vendeu na década de 2000 e o Artista da Década pela Billboard.
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Outras músicas:
- '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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[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