There I go thinking of you again You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not know whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hoo You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink ta So fuck it I'm a start right here I'll just be brief a Bout to rattle off some other reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you On my arm but what do I go and do I go and get another one now I got two Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim Shi ii ii ii ii ii it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo oo oo oo oo oo hoo You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not know whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hoo You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter That you'd probably just shred up yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta a stupid piece a Paper I'd rather let you see how Much I fucking hate you in a freestyle You're a fucking cokehead slut I hope you fucking die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die Di ii ii ii ii ii ie But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter or mad It's 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 wanna yak aa aa aa aa aa aa ak What else can I do I haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I wanna do Is pu uu uu uu uu uu uke You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not know whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hoo You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I puke Fucking bitch