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[Intro]
{Puke noises}
There I go...
Thinkin' of you again...
[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. {Next line starts at 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 is 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. {Next line starts at puke}
You must just not know (uououououououoh),
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I puke {2nd 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 'n 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 cuz I want you back,
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack ,aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-acK.
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-uuke
[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. {Next line starts at puke}
You must just not know (uououououououoh),
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I puke {Outro starts when Em sings "puke" again}
[Outro]
{Puke noises again :) }
God damn it
Fuckin' bitch
Español
(puke ruidos)
em: i ir allí, para que la otra vez ...
[coro]
usted no sabe cómo enfermos que me hacen
usted me hacen fuckin enfermo a mi estómago
cada vez que pienso en usted i puke
usted debe saber no sólo
no se puede pensar que usted hace pero lo hace
cada vez que pienso en usted i puke
Me iba a tomar el tiempo para sentarse
y escribir un pequeño poema
pero fuera de la cúpula probablemente sería un poco más
más adecuados para este tipo de canción
i got a millones de razones fuera de la parte superior de mi cabeza
que yo podría pensar en
16 bares sólo no es suficiente para poner a algunos de tinta
fuck a fin de que im'a empezar aquí y simplemente ser breve
a punto de sonajero frente a algunas otras razones
Yo sabía que no debería ir y obtener otro tatuaje
de ustedes en mi brazo, pero ¿qué debo ir y hacer?
i ir y conseguir otro, ahora tengo dos
ahora estoy aquí sittin con tu nombre en mi piel
No puedo creer que fui y lo hizo una vez más estúpida mierda
mi próxima novia, ahora aquí se gotta nombres kim ... mierda
si sólo supiera lo mucho que a vosotros
motherfuckin por cada cosa
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