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