I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I 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 take the time to sit And you a little poem But off of the would probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a right here, I'll just be briefer to rattle off some other reasons
I I shouldn't go and get another tattoo 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 that stupid shit My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every I think of 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 letter But I thought a song probably be a little better of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And of how much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink To a stupid of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' hate you in a
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 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 I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what else can I do, I got a clue Now I guess I move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You know how sick you make me You me fuckin' 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'