HEY!! Pefecto song about ex boyfriends and ex best friends..add yer own!

Intro]
{Puke noises}
There I go...
Thinkin' of you again...

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me ****in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I puke. {Next line starts at puke}
puke must just not know (uououououououoh),
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I puke {1st verse starts when Em sings "puke" again}

[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 just 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 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, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Now I'm sittin here, with your name on my skin,
I can't believe I went and did that stupid **** again,
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim, shii-ii-ii-ii-ii-iit.
If you only knew how much I hated you,
For every-mother****in'-thing you ever put us through,
Then I wouldn't be standin' here cryin'over you
boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo.

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me ****in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I puke. {Next line starts at puke}
puke must just not know (uououououououoh),
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I puke {2nd verse starts when Em sings "puke" again}

[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 probably just shred up (yeah).
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made stop and think of,
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to,
A stupid piece of paper, I'd rather let you see how,
Much I ****in' hate you in a freestyle.
You're a ****in' cokehead slut I hope you ****in' die,
you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye,
I hate you ****in' ****, you ****in' slut I hope you die, die-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-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.
But what else can I do, I haven't got a clue,
Now I guess I just move on, I have no choice but to,
But everytime I think of you now all I wanna do
Is puu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uuke

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me,
You make me ****in' sick to my stomach,
Everytime I think of you I puke. {Next line starts at puke}
puke must just not know (uououououououoh),
You may not think you do but you do,
Everytime I think of you I puke {Outro starts when Em sings "puke" again}

[Outro]
{Puke noises again }
God damn it
****in' bitch