[Eminem puking]
There I go thinking of you again
[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me *ing sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[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 this ain't enough to put some ink to
So * it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I know I shouldnt 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
Oooooh now I'm sittin here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid * again
My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim (shiiiiiiit)
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motha *in thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me *ing sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[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'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 would be for me to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather let you see how much I *ing hate you in a freestyle
You're a *ing coke head slut I hope you *ing die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your *ing guts you *ing slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad
It's not that I still love you its not 'cause I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack(yaaaaaack)
But what else can I do I havent gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I have no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me *ing sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Outro]
[Eminem puking]
*ing bitch