I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' 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 gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the would probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my that I can think of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another 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 went and did that stupid again My next girlfriend, now her gotta 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 cryin' you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a better Instead of a letter, that you probably shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a it'd be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I your fuckin' 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 still love you, it's not I want you back It's just that I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I just move on, I 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 time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'