I got the call Monday mornin`
Sometime around 9 a.m.
I felt down and out, left for dead,
Lost without a friend
Now how you live with yourself
Well child, I just don`t know
But as far as I`m concerned I think ya
Really suck, you`re rotten and you really blow
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You`re damn right that`s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I`d dig the holy myself
But I`d rather run ya over with my truck instead
Your first name should be ass
Your last name should be wipe
Believe me when I say this
Cus I`ve been shit on more than twice
Well it`s funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
They`ll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You`re damn right that`s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I`d dig the hole myself
But I`d rather run ya over with my truck instead
What`s mine is mine
What`s yours is mine
And that`s the way it`s gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard
Don`t ya come around to me
Now I`ve been doin` this now
For quite a many day
I`ll rip off your nuts and
Shove them down your throat and
Head off on my merry way
Money-hungry and greedy
Child you`re just downright wrong
Ya pissed me off so many times
I just had to write this song
Everyone`s got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livin` child
Seem like a back breakin` chore
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You`re damn right that`s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
I`d dig the hole myself
But, I`d rather run ya over with my truck instead
