I go Thinkin' of you
You don't know how you make me You me fuckin' sick to my stomach time I think you I puke You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna take the time to sit And write you a poem But off of the would probably be a little more More for this type of song, woh
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can of Sixteen bars just ain't to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll be briefer to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get 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 name on my 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 I hated you For motherfuckin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' you Ooh!
You don't know how sick you me You make me fuckin' to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must just not You may not you do but you do Every time I think of you I
I was gonna take the to sit down And write you a letter But I thought a song would probably be a 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 it'd be for me to put some ink To a piece 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 your fuckin' guts, you slut, I hope you die Die
But 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 It's just that I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what can I do, I haven't 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 don't know how you make me You make me fuckin' to my stomach time I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'