Intro
N.C. N.C.
(Vigorous projectile vomiting) There I go, thinkin' of you again
[Chorus]
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You don't know how sick you make me
Dm A Dm
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke
Dm A Dm A
You must just not know whoa whoa
Dm A Dm
You may not think you do but you do
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 1]
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I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
A Dm A Dm A
But off of the dome it would probably be a little more more suitable for this type of song
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I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
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Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to so fuck it I'm a start right here and just be brief
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About to rattle off some other reasons
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I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
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Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do?
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I go and get another one, now I got two ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
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I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
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My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
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If you only knew how much I hated you
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For every motherfucking thing you ever put us through
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Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo
[Chorus]
Dm A Dm A
You don't know how sick you make me
Dm A Dm
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke
Dm A Dm A
You must just not know whoa whoa
Dm A Dm
You may not think you do but you do
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke
[Verse 2]
Dm A Dm
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
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But I thought a song would probably be a little better instead of a letter,
Dm A
that you'd probably just shredder, yeah
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I stumbled on your picture yesterday and made me stop and think of
A Dm
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to
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G stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how
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Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle
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You're a fuckin' coke-head and I hope you fuckin' die
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I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
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I hate your fuckin' guts you fuckin' slut I hope you die, d-i-i-i-i-e
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But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
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It's not that I still love you its not cause I want you back
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It's just that when I think of you it makes me want to hack, ha-a-a-ack
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But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue
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Now I guess I'll just move on I have no choice but to
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But every time I think of you now all I want to do is pu-u-u-uke
[Chorus]
Dm A Dm A
You don't know how sick you make me
Dm A Dm
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke
Dm A Dm A
You must just not know whoa whoa
Dm A Dm
You may not think you do but you do
Dm A Dm
Every time I think of you I puke