I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But off of the dome would be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle off some other 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, with your on my skin I can't believe I and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But I thought a song would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably 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 of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your 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 want you It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna
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 make me fuckin' sick to my 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
it Fuckin'