1. 1.
    eminem'in altıncı albümü encore'da yer alan bir parçasıdır. 4 dakika 7 saniye süren şarkıda eminem, eski eşi kimberley mathers'ı hedef almaktadır. parçanın sözleriyse şöyledir:

    There I go, thinking of you again

    You don't know how sick you make me
    You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
    Every time I think of you, I puke
    You must just not know
    You may not think you do, but you do
    Every time I think of you I puke

    I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
    But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song
    I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
    Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
    So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
    Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
    I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you
    On my arm, but what do I go and do
    I go and get another one, now I got two
    Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
    I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
    My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
    If you only knew how much I hated you
    For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
    Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you


    I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
    But I thought a song would probably be a little better
    Instead of a letter
    That you'd probably just shred up-yeah
    I stumbled on your picture yesterday and 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
    Paper, I'd rather let you see how
    Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
    You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin' 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
    But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
    It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back
    It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
    What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
    Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to
    But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do
    Is pu-uu-u-u-uke


    Fuckin' bitch..
    2 ... stillborn
  2. 2.
    ing. kusmak.
    2 ... vermilion
  3. 3.
    (bkz: vomit)
    1 -1 ... nil nil nil
  4. 4.
    arnavutluk'un bir ili.
    ... cheapdeath