Puke

Em        B         Em       B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em            B             
You make me fuckin' sick to my 
    Em
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                             
I was gonna take the time to sit 
   B                           Em
down and write you a little poem
                 B          
But off of the dome it would 
                       Em     
probably be a little more more 
            B                 Em   B
suitable for this type of song
   Em                            B
I got a million reasons off the 
                           Em
top of my head that I could think of
         B                       
Sixteen bars just ain't enough to 
           Em                   
put some ink to so fuck it I'm a 
    B                           Em
start right here and just be brief
                  B
About to rattle off some other 
reasons

    Em                       
I knew I shouldn't go and get 
    C
another tattoo
    Em                    C
Of you on my arm, but what do I go 
and do?
   Em                      C      
I go and get another one, now I 
        B              Em
got two  ohh-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
   Em                      C
Now I'm sittin' here with your name 
on my skin
   Em                              
I can't believe I went and did this
   C
 stupid shit again
    Em                       C    
My next girlfriend, now her name's
              B      Em
 gotta be Kim sh-i-i-i-it
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  Em                   C
If you only knew how much I hated 
you
    Em                            
For every motherfucking thing you 
C
ever put us through
    Em                          
Then I wouldn't be standin' here 
   C             B         Em
cryin' over you bo-o-o-o hoo


[Chorus]
Em        B         Em       B
You don't know how sick you make me
Em            B             
You make me fuckin' sick to my 
    Em
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                             
I was gonna take the time to sit 
    B                           Em
down and write you a little letter
Em                B              
But I thought a song would 
                Em                 
probably be a little better instead
  B
 of a letter,
                            Em     
that you'd probably just shredder, 
  B
yeah
   Em                           B 
I stumbled on your picture 
                          Em
yesterday and made me stop and think
 of
                B                  
How much of a waste it'd be for me 
            Em
to put some ink to
                   B       Em     
A stupid piece of paper, I'd 
           B
rather let you see how
                Em          
Much I fuckin' hate you in a 
    B
freestyle

Em                             
You're a fuckin' coke-head and I 
   C
hope you fuckin' die
            Em                  
I hope you get to hell and Satan 
            C
sticks a needle in your eye
    Em                             
I hate your fuckin' guts you 
   C                    B  
fuckin' slut I hope you die, 
     Em
d-i-i-i-i-e
      Em                           
But please don't get me wrong, I'm 
   C
not bitter or mad
       Em                          
It's not that I still love you its 
     C
not cause I want you back
      Em                           
It's just that when I think of you 
      C                    B      Em
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                         
But every time I think of you now 
  C                  B      Em
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             
You make me fuckin' sick to my 
    Em
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