Hate Your Guts Lyrics

I got the call Monday mornin', oh no

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 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

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
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I'm wishing you was dead

Gonna dig the hole myself

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

And start of 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 don't I know you sure got yours

But you make livin' child

And 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