I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you 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 take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen bars ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
I I shouldn't 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 shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every 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 gonna take the to sit down And write you a little But I thought a song would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up,
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And think of how 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 fuckin' hate you in a
You're a cokehead slut, 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 slut, I hope you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just 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 time I 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'