I go Thinkin' of you
You know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my Every I think you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do time I think of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And you a little poem But off of the would probably be a little more More suitable for this of song, woh
I got a reasons off the top of my head that I can think of bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other
I knew I shouldn't go and get tattoo Of you on my arm, but do I go and do? I go and get one, now I got two Ooh!
Now I'm here, with your name on my skin I can't believe I and did that stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her gotta be Kim Shit!
If you only how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing ever put us through Then I wouldn't be here cryin' over you Ooh!
You know how sick you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I You must not know You may not you do but you do Every time I of you I puke
I was gonna the time to sit down And write you a little But I thought a song would probably be a little of a letter, that you probably just shred up, yeah
I on your picture yesterday and it made stop And think of how much of a waste be for me to put some ink To a piece of paper, I'd rather let you see How much I hate you in a freestyle
a fuckin' cokehead slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I you die Die
But please get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I you back just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack
But what can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I I just move on, I have no choice but to But time I think of you now all I wanna do Is
You don't know how you make me You make me sick to my stomach Every I think of you I puke You must not know You may not you do but you do Every I think of you, I puke
it Fuckin'