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 of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the dome would be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head I can think of Sixteen bars just enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to 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 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 knew how I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing 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 I think of you I puke You must just not 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 little 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 and it made stop And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it me wanna yack
But else 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 think of you now all I do Is
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think 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'