Hate Your Guts

I got the call Monday mornin', I don't know Sometime around 9 a.m I felt down and out, left for dead Lost without a friend Now how you live with yourself 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 Oh, 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 Gonna dig the hole 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 See I've been shit on more than twice Well, it's funny how it works And don't just seems to never end Just when ya think ya had enough They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again Say I hate your guts And I'm wishing you were dead Yeah, I'll be hating your guts You're damn right that's what I said I hate your guts I'm wishing you was dead Gonna dig the hole myself But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead And start up that engine 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 Oh child, you're just downright wrong You see you pissed me off so many times I just had to write this song Everyone's got their problems And darlin', I know you sure got yours But you make livin' child Damn you make it seem like a back breakin' chore I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts You ain't got clean idea You're damn right that's what I said I hate your guts I'm wishing you was dead I'd dig the hole myself But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead