I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time I think you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the would probably be a little 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 ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle off some other 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 here, with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I 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 take the to sit down And write you a little But I a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan a needle in your eye I hate 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 love you, it's not 'cause I you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I just on, I have no choice but to But time 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 time I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'