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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 Every time I think of youI puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you dobut you do Every time I think of you I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But from of the dome would probably be a little moremore suitable for this type of song--whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen barsthis ain't enough to put some ink ta So fuck itI'ma start right here by just be brief-a Bout to rattle off some other reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you On my armbut what do I go and do I go and get another onenow I got two Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriendnow her name's gotta be Kim Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of youI puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you dobut you do Every time I think of you I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter That you'd probably just shred up--yeah 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 taa stupid piece a PaperI'd rather let you see how Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle You're a fuckin' cokein' slutI hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' gutsyou fuckin' slutI hope you die Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie But please don't get me wrongI'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love youit's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of youit makes me wanna gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag What else can I doI haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move onI have no choice but to But every time I think of you nowI'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of youI puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you dobut you do Every time I think of youI puke Fuckin' bitch |
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