I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a poem But off of the dome probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start here, I'll just be briefer to rattle 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 and did that stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing 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 just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up,
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' 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 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 still love you, it's not 'cause I you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I just on, I have no choice but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you, I
it Fuckin'