I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every I think you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a little But off of the dome would probably be a more More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put ink to So it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to 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 went and did that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I think of you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' 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 you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I 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 know how sick you make 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 Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'