I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the would probably be a little more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another 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 I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you've put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think of 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 the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad It's not that I still you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time 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'