I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think you I 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 you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be 'Bout to off some other reasons
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, with your 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 knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must just not You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a little But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' 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 fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad It's not that I still love you, 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 move on, I no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'