[Sounds of someone puking]
Vomiting
There I go--thinking go, thinking of you again again.

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

You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa know know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-hooo!
You may not think you do, but you do do.
Every timeEverytime I think of you you, I puke
puke.
I was gonna take the time to sit downenter added
and write you a little poem
But off of the domebut I thought this song would probably prob'ly be a little more, more
More suitable for this type of song--whoa song. Whoa.
I got a million millino reasons off the top ofenter added
my head that I could can think of
Sixteen bars, this bars just ain't enough to put some ink ta
SoSo, fuck it, I'ma Ima start right here here, I'll just be brief I'm Ah
Bout togotta rattle off some of the reasons other reasons.
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattooenter added
of you
On on my arm, but what do am I go and do gonna do.
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oohoooooooo-ooooo-ooo-ooo
Now I'm sittin' here here, with your name on my skin skin;
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again again.
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-itShiiii-iiii-ii-i-it.
If you only knew knew, how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing think you ever put us through through,
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you you.
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-whoBooo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-hoo

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
Chorus
I was gonna take the time to sit downenter added
and write you a little letter letter,
But I thought a song would probably prob'ly be a little better better,
Instead of a letter letter, that you'll
That you'dprobably just shred up--yeah up. Yed-up.
I stumbled on your picture yesterday andenter added
it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a ta
A stupid piece a
Paper,Paper I'd rather let you see how
Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle freestyle:
You're a fuckin' coke-head fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, fucking
slut; I hope you die you die.
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ieDie-ie-ie-ie-ieee!
But please don't get me wrong, wrong; I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you, you; it'senter added
not 'cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you, you it makes me wanna yak
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ackYaa-aaa-aa-a-ak!
What elseBut what can I do, do? I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on, on; I have no choice but to to.
But every time everytime I think of you now, I'll now all I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke puuuu-u-u-u-uuuke.
Chorus
[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke

Fuckin' bitch Vomiting