From Fang, to Seraphs.
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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 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 آپ only knew how much I hated you
For every thing آپ ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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 hate آپ in a freestyle
I hope آپ get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, 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 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
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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 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 آپ only knew how much I hated you
For every thing آپ ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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 hate آپ in a freestyle
I hope آپ get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, 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 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
آپ don't know how sick آپ make me
آپ make me 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
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
Name: Johnny (classified)
Alias: Gage..
Age:16
Powers: Black/Dark Magic, Teleport, Shape Shift, and That's it..
Looks: Brown Hair, Dark Eyes, 6'1, tan skin..
Past: He has a normal past.. he dated Blade through high school... until she "broke" his heart.
He became angry and wanted vengence.. he got into some dark magic and got his powers. His family thinks he ran away.. He still thinks Blade loves him.. and has a passionate hate for Terror.
((I know its not long and descriptive sorry and I really don't think he should have a dark past :) ))
Alias: Gage..
Age:16
Powers: Black/Dark Magic, Teleport, Shape Shift, and That's it..
Looks: Brown Hair, Dark Eyes, 6'1, tan skin..
Past: He has a normal past.. he dated Blade through high school... until she "broke" his heart.
He became angry and wanted vengence.. he got into some dark magic and got his powers. His family thinks he ran away.. He still thinks Blade loves him.. and has a passionate hate for Terror.
((I know its not long and descriptive sorry and I really don't think he should have a dark past :) ))