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May 19, 2005 17:07

You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not know
You may not think you do, but you do
Everytime I think of you, I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would prolly be a little better instead of a letter
That you'd prolly just shred up, I stumbled on your picture
The other day and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather have you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking bitch and 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
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad
It's not that I still love you its not that I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna gag
But wat else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke
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