There I go–thinking of you again
You don’t know how sick you make me
You make me fuc*in’ 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
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–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 to
So fuc* it, I’ma start right here I’ll just be brief I’m
Bout to rattle off some of the 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
Now 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 motherfuc*in’ thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn’t be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
You don’t know how sick you make me
You make me fuc*in’ 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
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 fuc*in’ hate you in a freestyle
You’re a fuc*in’ coke-head slut, I hope you fuc*in’ die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuc*in’ guts, you fuc*in’ 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
Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack
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
You don’t know how sick you make me
You make me fuc*in’ 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
Fuc*in’ bitc*
Prevod pesme
Pegla
I eto.. opet mislim na tebe
Nisi svesna koliko mi je muka od tebe
Zbog tebe osećam neku je…u mučninu u stomaku
Svaki put kad na tebe pomislim , ja povratim
Mora da jednostavno ne znaš
Možda misliš da nije tako, ali jeste
Svaki put kad te se setim, ja povratim
Planirao sam da iskoristim to vreme da sednem i napišem ti pesmicu
Ali u momentu sam se dosetio da bi ovakva pesma verovatno bila prikladnija
Mogao bih se ovako napamet setiti milion razloga
Šesnaest taktnih crtica, tu ne bi stalo mastilo
Zato ko ga j…, počeću baš ovde i biću kratak
Izbrbljaću neke od razloga
Znam da ne bi trebalo da odem i još jednom istetoviram tvoje ime
na ruku, ali šta ja uradim
Odem i stavim još jednu, sad imam dve
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sad sedim ovde s tvojim imenom na svojoj koži
Ne mogu da verujem da sam opet isto glupo sranje napravio
Moja sledeća devojka, sad će se morati zvati Kim
Sraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanje
Kad bi samo znala koliko te mrzim
Zbog svake je…e stvari koju si nam ikad priredila
Onda ne bih bio tu i plakao za tobom
Plač plač
Nisi svesna koliko mi je muka od tebe
Zbog tebe osećam neku je…u mučninu u stomaku
Svaki put kad na tebe pomislim , ja povratim
Mora da jednostavno ne znaš
Možda misliš da nije tako, ali jeste
Svaki put kad te se setim, ja povratim
Planirao sam da iskoristim to vreme da sednem i napišem ti pesmicu
Ali pomislio sam da bi pesma verovatno bila malo bolja ideja
Umesto pisma
kojeg bi verovatno samo pocepala – da
Juče sam naleteo na tvoju sliku te sam se zamislio i shvatio
kakvo bi to bilo traćenje vremena da sam stavio mastilo na neki glupi komad
papira, rađe bih pustio da vidiš koliko te
u slobodnom stilu je…o mrzim
Ti si jedna je…a kokainska drolja, jebote, želim da umreš
Nadam se da ćeš završiti u paklu i da će ti sotona zabiti iglu u oko
Mrzim te iz dna duše, ti jebena droljo, želim da umreš
Umriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Ali molim te, nemoj me pogrešno shvatiti, nisam ja ogorčen ni ljut
Nije da te još uvek volim, nije to zato što hoću da mi se vratiš
Nego jednostavno, kad pomislim na tebe, od toga mi se
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeglira
Šta drugo mogu, nemam pojma
Pretpostavljam da ću sad prosto produžiti dalje, nemam drugog izbora
Ali sad, kad god se tebe setim, sve što želim je da
poooooooooooovratim
Nisi svesna koliko mi je muka od tebe
Zbog tebe osećam neku je…u mučninu u stomaku
Svaki put kad na tebe pomislim , ja povratim
Mora da jednostavno ne znaš
Možda misliš da nije tako, ali jeste
Svaki put kad te se setim, ja povratim
Kučko je*ena!