[Sounds of someone puking]

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 you, I puke
You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke. (1st verse)

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 can think a
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be brief i'm
Bout to rattle off some other 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. hooooo. 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 names gotta be Kim
Shiiiiiit!
If you only knew, how much I hated you
For every mother fuckin thing you've ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Booooo-Hoooo.
[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you i puke
You must just not know--oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke (2nd verse)

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 shread up. Yeah.
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think a
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 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 hope you die
Diiieeee.
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 yack.Aaaaaaaak.
But 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 puuukke!

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you I puke
You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
You may not think you do
but you do every time I think of you, I puke