Puke

	  		Intro 
       N.C. 
There I go, thinkin' of you again 

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 

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 

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