Puke

There I go, thinking of you again

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

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 just ain't enough to put some ink to

So **** 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 sitting here with your name on my skin

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

My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it)

If you only knew how much I hated you

For every single freakin' thing you've ever put us through

Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you

(Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo)

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

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 to

A stupid piece of, paper, I'd rather let you see how

Much I freakin' hate you in a freestyle

You're a freakin' piece of poop, I hope you freakin' die

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

I hate your freakin' guts, you piece of poop, I hope you die

(Di-i-i-i-i-i-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 yack

(A-a-a-a-a-a-ack)

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 pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke

You don't know how sick you make me

You make me freakin' sick to my stomach

Every time I think of you I puke

You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow

You may not think you do, but you do

Every time I think of you I puke

Ah, damn!