"Yamada Naohiro"

Encore [Deluxe Edition] Eminem Aftermath 2004-11-12 Sales rank : 21601 See details at Amazon.co.jp

There I go, seeing you again...

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I see you, I puke
You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I see 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, whoa
I got a million reasons of the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, just 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 zine of you
On the article, but what do I go and do
I go and get another zine, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I'm sittin' here with your article on the zine
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next room, now his name's gotta be Yamada
Shiiiiiiit!
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 hating over you
Booooo-hoooo

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I see you, I puke
You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I see you I puke

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 article 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' bonehead writer, 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' bastard, I hope you die
Diiieeee
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's that I still hate you, it's 'cause I want you attack
It's just that when I see you, it makes me wanna yack
Aaaaaaaaak
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 see you now, I'll I wanna do
Is puuukke!

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I see you, I puke
You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I see you, I puke

A parody of
"Puke"
(M. Mathers, L. Resto, S. King, B. May) - Eight Mile Style Music (BMI)/Jaceff Music (ASCAP)/Resto World Music (ASCAP)/Nueve Music (ASCAP)/Eight Mile Style Music (BMI)/Martin Affiliated Music (BMI)/Beechwood Music/Screen Gems EMI (BMI)

"Yamada Naohiro" is a notorious bonehead writer who's still working at Tower Records Shinjuku branch and who's also intruding upon a customer's privacy and disclosing it on the internet. Boycott Tower Records!!!!