Puke lyrics Lyrics

Puke lyrics [Sounds of someone puking] There I go--thinking of you again [Chorus] You don t know how sick you make me You make me fuckin sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But from of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars, this ain t enough to put some ink ta So fuck it, I ma start right here by just be brief-a 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 Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I m sittin here with your name on my skin I can t believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name s gotta be Kim Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn t be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who [Chorus] You don t know how sick you make me You make me fuckin sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you 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 d probably just shred up--yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it d be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a Paper, I d rather let you see how Much I fuckin hate you in a freestyle You re a fuckin coke-head, 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 Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-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 gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag What else can I do, I haven t got a clue Now I guess I ll just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now, I ll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke [Chorus] You don t know how sick you make me You make me fuckin sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you, I puke Fuckin bitch