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 d**n right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
Id dig the holy myself
But Id rather run ya over with my truck instead
Your first name should be a*s
Your last name should be wipe
Believe me when I say this
Cus I've been s**t on more than twice
Well its funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
Theyll bend ya over and *****ya once again
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're d**n right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
Id dig the hole myself
But Id rather run ya over with my truck instead
Whats mine is mine
Whats yours is mine
And that's the way its 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
Everyones got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livin child
Seem like a backbreakin chore
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You're d**n right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
Id dig the hole myself
But Id rather run ya over with my truck instead
