Puke

There I go thinking of you again

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me f**kin' 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

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem

But off of the dome would probably be a little more

More suitable for this type of song whoa

I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of

Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink ta

So f**k it I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm

Bout to rattle off some of the reasons

I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you

On my arm but what do I go and do

I go and get another one now I got two

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin

I can't believe I went and did this stupid s**t again

My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim

Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it

If you only knew how much I hated you

For every motherf**kin' thing you ever put us through

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you

Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me f**kin' 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

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 ta

A stupid piece a

Paper I'd rather let you see how

Much I f**kin' hate you in a freestyle

You're a f**kin' **-head ** I hope you f**kin' die

I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye

I hate your f**kin' guts you f**kin' ** I hope you die

Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie

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 just that when I think of you it makes me wanna

Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag

What else can I do I haven't got a clue

Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to

But every time I think of you now all I wanna do

Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me f**kin' 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