I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think you I 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 write you a poem But off of the dome would probably be a more suitable for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen bars ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be '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 can't believe I and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I think of you I 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 write you a letter But I thought a song would be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably just shred up,
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
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 please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you It's just that when I think of you it makes me yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But every I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'