I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a poem But off of the dome would probably be a little suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be 'Bout to rattle off other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another 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 I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach time I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And of how much of a waste 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
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a in your eye I hate 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, it's not 'cause I you back It's just that when I of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how sick you me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'