[Chorus] You don´t know how sick you make me, You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach, Everytime I think of you I puke. You must just not know (uououououououoh), You may not think you do but you do, Everytime I think of you I puke {1st verse starts when Em sings "puke" again}
[Verse 1] 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 (woah). I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of,
Sixteen bars just ain´t enough to put some ink to, So fuck it, I´ma start right here, I´ll just be briefer, ´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, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Now I´m sittin here, with your name on my skin, I can´t believe I went and did that stupid shit again, My next girlfriend, now her name´s gotta be Kim, shii-ii-ii-ii-ii-iit. If you only knew how much I hated you, For every-motherfuckin´-thing you ever put us through, Then I wouldn´t be standin´ here cryin´over you
boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo.
[Chorus] You don´t know how sick you make me, You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach, Everytime I think of you I puke. You must just not know (uououououououoh), You may not think you do but you do, Everytime I think of you I puke {1st verse starts when Em sings "puke" again}
[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 probably just shred up (yeah).
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made 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´ 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, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie. 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 ,aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aaK.
But what else can I do, I haven´t got a clue, Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to, But everytime I think of you now all I wanna do Is puu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uuK
[Chorus] You don´t know how sick you make me, You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach, Everytime I think of you I puke. You must just not know (uououououououoh), You may not think you do but you do, Everytime I think of you I puke {1st verse starts when Em sings "puke" again}