Puke

There I go... Thinkin' of you again... You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Everytime I think of you I puke must just not know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow You may not think you do but you do Everytime I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song woah I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer, 'bout to rattle off some other reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? I go and get another one, now I got two, uuh-uuh-uuh-uuh Now I'm sittin here, with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim, shii-ii-ii-ii-ii-iit If you only knew how much I hated you, For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you, pu-u-u-u-u-ke You don't know how sick you make me, You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Everytime I think of you I puke must just not know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow You may not think you do but you do Everytime I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down And write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle You're a fuckin' coke head slut I hope you fuckin' die You get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, You fuckin' slut I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie But please 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 back It's just that when I think of you it Makes me wanna yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to But everytime I think of you now All I wanna do is puu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uuke You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Everytime I think of you I puke must just not know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow You may not think you do but you do Everytime I think of you I puke God damn it Fuckin' bitch