From Fang, to Seraphs.
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
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, mais suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the topo, início 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 you only knew how much I hated you
For every thing you ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
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'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 you see how
Much I hate you in a freestyle
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not amargo, amarga or 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 mover on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
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, mais suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the topo, início 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 you only knew how much I hated you
For every thing you ever put us through
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
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'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 you see how
Much I hate you in a freestyle
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your guts, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not amargo, amarga or 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 mover on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke
I think that pretty much settles it.
BTW THIS IS EMIN3M "Puke"
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Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him início and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down or upset, he would go over there and poke them, or hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting or family.
S'tume: Leather jaqueta and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.
Alise: Bubble Blast
Age: 15
Birthday: 18th July 1998
Hair and eyes: Blonde and Blue
Personality: Bubbly and always happy! It takes a lot to get her down, strong willed and hopefully at all times.
Powers: She can create bubbles made out of either lighting, ice, water or just energy and if she gets angrey Powerful fogo bubbles, she can make force feild bubbles and even travel underwater with them. She has a bubble staff which she uses to fly around and shoots bubbles aswell
Relation to team:None yet but has a crush ;)Team mate and member of the X-men
Like: BUBBLES! XD Cat's, swimming, spending time with friends, flying, bubble baths, bubble machines, the starts, bakeing, chocolate and drawing :)
I think thats all if you wanna ask perguntas I will be happy to answer