There I go. thinkin of you again
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 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 would be 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 that 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 haven'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

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