I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach time I think you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little More suitable for type of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't 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 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 name on my I believe I went and did that stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You don't how sick 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 time I 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, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on 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' 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 your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not or mad 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 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 how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you, I
it Fuckin'