Vomiting
There I go, thinking of you again.

Chorus:
You don´t know how sick you make me.
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach;
Everytime I think of you, I puke!

You must just not know know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-hooo!
You may not think you do, but you do.
Everytime I think of you, I puke.
I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little poem
but off of the dome would prob'ly be a little more,
More suitable for this type of song. Whoa.
I got a million reasons off the top of
my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars just ain´t enough to put some ink ta
So, fuck it, Ima start right here, I´ll just be brief Ah
gotta rattle off some other reasons.
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
of you on my arm, but what am I gonna do.
I go and get another one, now I got two
oooooooo-ooooo-ooo-ooo
Now I´m sittin' here, with your name on my skin;
I can´t believe I went and did this stupid shit again.
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shiiii-iiii-ii-i-it.
If you only knew, how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' think you ever put us through,
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you.
Booo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-hoo

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I was gonna take the time to sit down
and write you a little letter,
But I thought a song would prob'ly be a little better,
Instead of a letter, that you´ll
probably just shred up. Yed-up.
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and
it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta
A stupid piece a
Paper I´d rather let you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle:
you´re a fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fucking
slut; I hope you die.
Die-ie-ie-ie-ieee!
But please 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 back
it´s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak
Yaa-aaa-aa-a-ak!
But what can I do? I haven´t got a clue
Now I guess I´ll just move on; I have no choice but to.
But everytime I think of you now all I wanna do
Is puuuu-u-u-u-uuuke.

Chorus

Vomiting
Fuck, bitch