So it was monday after humphrey ٹمٹم, gig, لٹو yesterday and humphrey was already up writing a song and it woke kate she came over and took a look over his shoulder and fond him writing a song of revenge to garth she just went and cooked breakfast and humphrey just sat there he was so into writng that he didn't notice he was stabbing him self with the pencil then he finished didn't even stop for break fast he went to his corvet and took off[the song is اگلے cause he arrives at garth and lilly's den]

Sounds of someone puking]

There I go--thinking of آپ again

[Chorus]
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, مزید suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the 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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My اگلے friend, now his name's gotta be Curtis
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If آپ only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing آپ ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

[Chorus]
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of آپ I puke

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write آپ 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 آپ see how
Much I fuckin' hate آپ in a freestyle
You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope آپ fuckin' die
I hope آپ get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin' guts, آپ fuckin' slut, I hope آپ die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not کڑوا, تلخ یا mad
It's not that I still like you, it's not 'cause I want آپ back
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 اقدام on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of آپ now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

[Chorus]
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
آپ must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
آپ may not think آپ do, but آپ do
Every time I think of you, I puke

Fuckin' bitch

garth was pissed and کہا 'Humphrey if your gonna be a dick then fuckoff ok i don't give two shits about anymore ok' then humphrey went ہوم pissed and in a bad mood...[End of part 2]