(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)