I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would probably be a more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can of bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some 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 here, with your name on my skin 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 much I you For every motherfuckin' you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was take the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a would probably be a little better Instead of a letter, that you probably shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it 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 I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, not 'cause I want you back It's just when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I haven't got a Now I guess I just move on, I have no but to But every time I think of you now all I do Is
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I of you, I puke
it Fuckin'