I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every time I think you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit And you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a more More suitable for type 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 start here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off other 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, your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did that stupid shit My girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only knew how I hated you For every thing you've ever put us through Then I be standin' here cryin' over you Ooh!
You don't how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You just not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little letter But I thought a song probably be a little better Instead of a letter, you probably just shred up, yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I fuckin' 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 guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Die
But don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I of you it makes me wanna yack
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't 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'