| You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach |
| Everytime I think of you I Puke |
| You must just not knoooooowww |
| You may not think you do But you do everytime 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 woah |
| I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars this ain’t enough to put some ink to So fuck it I’ma start right here I’ll just be briefer |
| Bout to rattle off some other reasons |
| I knew I shouldnt 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 |
| Oooooh 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 Shiiiiiiiit |
| If you only knew how much I hated you |
| For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through |
| Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo |
| You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache |
| Everytime I think of you I Puke |
| You must just not knoooooowww |
| You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I Puke |
| I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter |
| But I thought a song would probly be a little better instead of a letter |
| That you’d probly 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 to a stupid piece of paper |
| I’d rather let you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle |
| You’re a fucking cokehead slut I hope you fucking die |
| I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye |
| I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie) |
| But please don’t get me wrong I’m not bitter or mad |
| It’s not that I still love you its not cause I want you back |
| It’s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak eeeack |
| But what else can I do I havn’t gotta clue |
| Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke |
| You don’t know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache |
| Everytime I think of you I Puke |
| You must just not not knoooooowww |
| You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I Puke |
| Fucking bitch |