puke
There I go--thinking of you again
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me f**kin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
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 from 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, this ain't enough to put some ink ta So f**k it,
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherf**kin' thing you ever put me through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
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 f**kin' hate you in a freestyle You're a f**kin' coke-head, I hope you f**kin' die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your f**kin' guts, you f**kin' 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 gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
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,
I'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me f**kin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
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 from 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, this ain't enough to put some ink ta So f**k it,
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherf**kin' thing you ever put me through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
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 f**kin' hate you in a freestyle You're a f**kin' coke-head, I hope you f**kin' die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your f**kin' guts, you f**kin' 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 gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
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,
I'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke