I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I think you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my 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 rattle off some 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, your name on my skin I believe I went and did that 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 standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna take the time to sit And you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up,
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 fuckin' hate you in a
You're a fuckin' slut, I hope 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 please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I love 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 I just move 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' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'