More songs by Eminem
Description
Producer, Mixing Engineer: Eminem
Additionalproducer, Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Steve King
Recording Engineer: Mike Strange
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Lyrics and translation
Original
You still love me?
Take this.
You ready?
One, two, three!
The more you put me through, the more it makes me wanna come back to you.
You say you hate me, I just love you more. You don't want me, I just want you more.
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me. I know it's sad, but it's making me happy.
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on. 'Cause you love me, and I love you more.
It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be doing the same shit?
We say we do it for our baby, but we don't.
We do it for us, it's lust, 'cause neither one of us trusts each other, so we fuck 'til we bust, then we cuss each other out.
We know what it's about, shout 'til I throw you out the house. You throw me out the house,
I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth.
Fist fight 'til we turn this mother out, then apologize after.
Laughter, pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again.
And it's sad, but it's true, when I'm laying here with you, there ain't nothing anyone could ever say or ever do.
'Cause the more you put me through, the more it makes me wanna come back to you.
You say you hate me, I just love you more. You don't want me, I just want you more.
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me. I know it's sad, but it's making me happy.
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on. 'Cause you love me, and I love you more.
'Cause I hate you. Do you hate me?
Good, 'cause you're so fucking beautiful when you're angry.
It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you on the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you. You fuck other people and I fuck other people.
You're a slut, but I'm equal, I'm a mutt.
We're both evil in our ways, but neither one of us would ever admit it, 'cause one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it.
We can make accusations, people spreading rumors, but they ain't got proof 'til they do, it's just the two of us.
It's you and me, 'cause any chick can say that she screwed me, but you gotta believe me to a degree.
It's true indeed, if you didn't, I wouldn't be hitting. . .
Yeah, I would, 'cause the sex was too damn good. If I ran, who would I run to that would be this soft and warm?
So it's off and on, usually more off than on, but at least we know that we share this common bond. You're the only one I can fuck without a condom on.
I hope the only reason that I cope is 'cause of that fact, and plus I can bust in that, and that's why. . .
The more you put me through, the more it makes me wanna come back to you.
You say you hate me, I just love you more. You don't want me, I just want you more.
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me. I know it's sad, but it's making me happy.
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on. 'Cause you love me, and I love you more.
I can never understand it, it's why I don't try.
From junior high until we both die, it's silly. Oh, why must we try?
Is it really so rough that we must always call each other's billy goats gruff?
Try to pull each other's legs into the other bags while lying to ourselves?
That's the beauty of it, yeah, 'cause we truly love each other.
That's why we always fighting, all we do is shove each other every other fucking night. And it's clear it ain't gonna change, it's been upgrades.
We both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged by someone else.
We've both been someone else's someone else.
Problem is neither one wants help, it's an addiction and it can't be fixed.
Our family's mixed up, there's a baby sister in the mix, and it hurts 'cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit.
And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit, and they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time on every song, every lyric, and every rhyme.
All the hoopla, all of the whoop-dee-woo, what you put me through, fucking whoop-dee-doo.
But I won't be made a fool of. If this is true love, you wouldn't do what you did last time.
You wouldn't screw up this time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm telling you what, you do it again, I'm fucking you up, no matter what you say, what you do, I'ma hunt you down 'til I find you.
No matter where you run, I'll be right there, right behind you in your nightmares.
To remind you of flowers and the candy, all the times that you threw it back at me.
So when you hate me, you won't hate me more when you find out you can't escape me, hoe.
The more you put me through, the more it makes me wanna come back to you.
You say you hate me, I just love you more. You don't want me, I just want you more.
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me. I know it's sad, but it's making me happy.
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on. 'Cause you love me, and I love you more.