Hate Your Guts

[Intro - Spoken]

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[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

I'd dig the hole myself

But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead

[Verse 2]

Your first name should be ass

Your last name should be wipe

Believe me when I say this

Cause see, I've been shit on more than twice

Well it's funny how it works, yeah

It just seems to never end

Just when ya think you had enough

They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again!

[Chorus]

Say, I hate your guts

An' I'm wishin' you was dead, yeah

I be hatin' your guts

You're damn right that's what I said

I hate your guts

I'm wishin' you was dead

Gonna dig the hole myself

But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead

[Bridge]

Yeah, start up that engine

[Solo]

[Bridge]

What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine

An' that's the way it's gonna be

If ya got a problem with that, ya little bastard

Don't ya come 'round to me

Now, I've been doin' this now

For quite a many day

Oh I'll rip off your nuts an' shove 'em -

Down your throat an' head off on my merry way

[Verse 3]

Money-hungry and greedy

Oh child you're just downright wrong

Ya see, you pissed me off so many times

I just had to write this song

Now, 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

[Chorus]

I hate your guts

I wish that you was dead

I hate your guts

You ain't got clean ideas

You're damn right that's what I said

I hate your guts

I'm wishin' you was dead

I'd dig the hole myself

But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead