I got the call Monday mornin¹

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 don¹t know

But as far as I¹m concerned I think ya

Really suck, you¹re rotten and you really blow



I hate your guts

I wish that you was dead

I hate your guts

You¹re damn right that¹s what I said

I hate your guts

And I wish that you was dead

I¹d dig the holy myself

But I¹d 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

ŒCus I¹ve been shit on more than twice

Well it¹s funny how it works

It just seems to never end

Just when ya think ya had enough

They¹ll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !



I hate your guts

I wish that you was dead

I hate your guts

You¹re damn right that¹s what I said

I hate your guts

And I wish that you was dead

I¹d dig the hole myself

But I¹d rather run ya over with my truck instead



What¹s mine is mine

What¹s yours is mine

And that¹s the way it¹s gonna be

If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard

Don¹t ya come around to me

Now I¹ve been doin¹ this now

For quite a many day

I¹ll rip off your nuts and

Shove them down your throat and

Head off on my merry way



Money-hungry and greedy

Child you¹re just downright wrong

Ya pissed me off so many times

I just had to write this song

Everyone¹s got their problems

And I know you sure got yours

But you make livin¹ child

Seem like a backbreakin¹ chore



I hate your guts

I wish that you was dead

I hate your guts

You¹re damn right that¹s what I said

I hate your guts

And I wish that you was dead

I¹d dig the hole myself

But I¹d rather run ya over with my truck instead