There I go--thinking of you again[ChorusYou don t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin sick to my stomachEvery time I think of youI pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you dobut you doEvery time I think of youI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poemBut from of the dome would probably be a little moremore suitable for this type of song--whoaI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think ofSixteen barsthis ain t enough to put some ink taSo fuck itI ma start right here by just be brief-aBout to rattle off some other reasonsI knew I shouldn t go and get another tattoo of youOn my armbut what do I go and doI go and get another onenow I got twoOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oohI m sittin here with your name on my skinI can t believe I went and did this stupid shit againMy next girlfriendnow her name s gotta be KimShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-itIf you only knew how much I hated youFor every motherfuckin thing you ever put us throughThen I wouldn t be standing here crying over youBoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who[ChorusYou don t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin sick to my stomachEvery time I think of youI pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you dobut you doEvery time I think of youI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letterBut I thought a song would probably be a little betterInstead of a letterThat you d probably just shred up--yeahI stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think ofHow much of a waste it d be for me to put some ink taa stupid piece aPaperI d rather let you see howMuch I fuckin hate you in a freestyleYou re a fuckin cokein slutI hope you fuckin dieI hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eyeI hate your fuckin gutsyou fuckin slutI hope you dieDi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ieBut please don t get me wrongI m not bitter or madIt s not that I still love youit s not cause I want you backIt s just that when I think of youit makes me wannagag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-agWhat else can I doI haven t got a clueNow I guess I ll just move onI have no choice but toBut every time I think of you nowI ll I wanna doIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke[ChorusYou don t know how sick you make meYou make me fuckin sick to my stomachEvery time I think of youI pukeYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoaYou may not think you dobut you doEvery time I think of youI pukeFuckin bitch

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