(Puke Noises) Em: There I go, thinkin of you again... [Chorus] You don?t know how sick you make me You make me f***in sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not know 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 it would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song I got a million reasons off the top of my head That I could think of 16 bars just aint enough to put some ink to So f*** it im'a start right here and just be brief About 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 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... Shit If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherf***in thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn?t be standin here cryin over you... boohoo [Chorus] 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... yea I stumbled on your picture yesterday and 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 f***in hate you in a freestyle You?re a f***in cokehead and I hope you f***in die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your f***in guts you f***in slut I hope you die... die But please don?t get me wrong, I?m not bitter or mad Its not that I still love you its not cause I want you back It?s just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack... yack 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 puke [Chorus] (Puking noises)