I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach time I think you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the would probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some reasons
I knew I go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but do I go and do? I go and get one, now I got two Ooh!
Now I'm sittin here, your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But I a song would probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me yack
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'