Intro N.C. There I go, thinkin' of you again 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 whoa whoa You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I puke verse 1 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 Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm 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 ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh 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 name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo 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 whoa whoa You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I puke verse 2 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 shredder, yeah 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 fuckin' hate you in a freestyle You're a fuckin' coke-head and 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, d-i-i-i-i-e But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's 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 want to hack, ha-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 want to do is pu-u-u-uke 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 whoa whoa You may not think you do but you do Every time I think of you I puke