There I go

Thinkin' of you again You don't know how sick you make me

You make me ***in' sick to my stomach

Every time I think 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 would probably be a little more

More suitable for this type of song, woh I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of

Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to

So *** it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer

'Bout 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

Ooh! Now I'm sittin here, with your name on my skin

I can't believe I went and did that stupid *** again

My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim

***! If you only knew how much I hated you

For every mother***in' thing you've ever put us through

Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you

Ooh! You don't know how sick you make me

You make me ***in' 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 letter

But I thought a song would probably be a little better

Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made 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 ***in' hate you in a freestyle You're a ***in' cokehead slut, I hope you ***in' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye

I hate your ***in' guts, you ***in' slut, I hope you die

Die But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad

It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back

It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack

Aack But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue

Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to

But every time I think of you now all I wanna do

Is puke You don't know how sick you make me

You make me ***in' 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 Goddamn it

Fuckin' bitch