[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