I got the call Monday morninNo
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 donNot know
But as far as INom concerned I think ya
Really suck, youNore rotten and you really blow
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouNore damn right thatNos what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
INod dig the holy myself
But INod 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
Rcus INove been shit on more than twice
Well itNos funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
TheyNoll bend ya over and fuck ya once again!
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouNore damn right thatNos what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
INod dig the hole myself
But INod rather run ya over with my truck instead
WhatNos mine is mine
WhatNos yours is mine
And thatNos the way itNos gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard
DonNot ya come around to me
Now INove been doinNo this now
For quite a many day
INoll rip off your nuts and
Shove them down your throat and
Head off on my merry way
Money-hungry and greedy
Child youNore just downright wrong
Ya pissed me off so many times
I just had to write this song
EveryoneNos got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livinNo child
Seem like a backbreakinNo chore
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouNore damn right thatNos what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
INod dig the hole myself
But INod rather run ya over with my truck instead