[Sounds of someone puking]

There I go--thinking of you again

[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