Vomiting
There I go, thinking of you again.
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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 I thought this song would prob'ly be a little more,
More suitable for this type of song. Whoa.
I got a millino 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.
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Chorus
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 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