(puke noises)
em: there i go, thinkin of you again...
[chorus]
you don’t know how sick you make me
you make me fuckin sick to my stomach
every time i think of you i puke
you must just not know
you may not think you do but you do
every time 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 it would probably be a little more
more suitable for this type of song
i got a million reasons off the top of my head
that i could think of
16 bars just aint enough to put some ink to
so fuck it im'a start right here and just be brief
about to rattle off some other reasons
i knew i shouldn't 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
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 here names gotta be kim... shit
if you only knew how much i hated you
for every motherfuckin thing you ever put us through
then i wouldn’t be standin here cryin over you... boohoo
[chorus]
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... yea
i stumbled on your picture yesterday and 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 fuckin hate you in a freestyle
you’re a fuckin cokehead and 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 slut i hope you die... die
but please don’t get me wrong, i’m not bitter or mad
its 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 yack... yack
but 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 think of you now all i wanna do is puke
[chorus]
(puking noises)