I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' 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 think of you I
I was take the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little More for this 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 other reasons
I I shouldn't 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 believe I went and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's 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 over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' 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 the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put ink To a stupid piece of paper, I'd 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 sticks a in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I 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 I want you back just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But every time I of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't how sick you make me You make me 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 of you, I puke
it Fuckin'