I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would probably be a more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
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 name on my skin I can't believe I went and did stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much 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 know how sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I 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 much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
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 fuckin' slut, I 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 that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'