From Fang, to Seraphs.
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, еще suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the вверх of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If Ты only knew how much I hated you
For every thing Ты ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты 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 Ты see how
Much I hate Ты in a freestyle
I hope Ты get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope Ты die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not горький или mad
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 Переместить on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of Ты now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, еще suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the вверх of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So dump it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't believe I went and did this stupid stuff again
If Ты only knew how much I hated you
For every thing Ты ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of Ты I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write Ты 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 Ты see how
Much I hate Ты in a freestyle
I hope Ты get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope Ты die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not горький или mad
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 Переместить on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of Ты now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
Ты don't know how sick Ты make me
Ты make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
Ты must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Ты may not think Ты do, but Ты do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
Likes: Magic
Best Friend: Erin
Loves: Tyler
Dislikes: Skeptics
Worst Habit: She never eats enough
Personal Secret: She dated Robin and wiped his memory of her despite him being her first love
Избранное Food: Chocolate
Избранное Color: Red
Code Name: Shade
Mentor/Inspiration: Batman
Relations: Tyler Stevenson
Base of Operations: Wherever needed
Personal Home: Not Disclosed
Occupation: Hero
Job: None
Team: The Resistance