There I gothinking of you again[Chorus]\nYou don\'t know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin\' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know-oh-oh-oh-ho\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you\n\nI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem\nBut off of thedome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa\nI got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of\nSixteen bars, this ain\'t enough to put some ink ta\nSo fuck it, I\'ma start right here by just be brief-a\nBout to rattle off some other reasons\nI knew Ishouldn\'t go and get another tattoo of you\nOn my arm, but what do I go and do\nI go and get another one, now I got two\nOoh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh\nI\'m sittin\' here with your name on my skin\nI can\'t believe I went and did this stupid shit again\nMy next girlfriend, now her name\'s gotta be Kim\nShi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it\nIf you only knew how much I hated you\nFor every motherfuckin\' thing you ever put us through\nThen I wouldn\'t be standing here crying over you\nBoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don\'t know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin\' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYoumust just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you\n\nI was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter\nBut I thought a song would probably be a little better\nInstead of a letter\nThat you\'d probably just shred up--yeah\nI stumbled onyour picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of\nHow much of a waste it\'d be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a\nPaper, I\'d rather let you see how\nMuch I fuckin\' hate you in a freestyle\nYou\'re a fuckin\' cokein\' slut, I hope you fuckin\' die\nI hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye\nI hate your fuckin\' guts, you fuckin\' slut--I hope you die\nDi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie\nBut please don\'t get me wrong, I\'m not bitter or mad\nIt\'s not that I still love you, it\'s not \'cause I want you back\nIt\'s just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna yak\n-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag\nWhat else can I do, I haven\'t got a clue\nNow I guess I\'ll just move on, I have no choice but to\nBut every time I think of you now, I\'ll I wanna do\nIs pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke\n\n[Chorus]\nYou don\'t know how sick you make me\nYou make me fuckin\' sick to my stomach\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\nYou must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa\nYou may not think you do, but you do\nEvery time I think of you, I puke\n\nFuckin\' bitch Eminem, puke