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