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


[Chorus]
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


[Chorus]
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