I go Thinkin' of you
You don't how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every 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 take the time to sit down And write you a little But off of the dome would 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 right here, I'll 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 sittin here, with your on my skin I can't believe I went and did stupid shit again My girlfriend, now her name's 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' cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But I a song would probably be a little 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 waste it'd be for me to put ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I 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 I just 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 you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'