Vomiting
There I go go, thinking of you again again.

[Refrain:] 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.
I was gonna take the time to sit downenter added
and write you a little poem
But from of the domebut I thought this song would probably prob'ly be a little 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 by here, I'll just be brief-a brief Ah
Bout togotta rattle off some other reasons 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
NowI'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

[au Refrain]
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
Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-agYaa-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
[au Refrain]

Fuckin' bitch Vomiting