Hate Your Guts

Rollin' You guys ready? (Yeah) Are we all comin' in together, right? Here we go, let's make this really cook One, two I got the call Monday mornin', I don't know Sometime 'round 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 you 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 Though I'd dig the hole myself But I'd rather run you over with my truck instead Your first name should be Ass Your last name should be Wipe Believe me when I say this 'Cause I've been shit on more than twice Well, it's funny how it works And it just seems to never end Just when you think you had enough They'll bend you over and fuck you once again Say I hate your guts And I'm wishing you was dead, yeah I'll be hatin' your guts 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 you over with my truck instead Start up that engine What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine And that's the way it's gonna be If you got a problem with that, you little bastard Don't you come 'round to me Hell, I've been doin' this now for quite a many day Oh, 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 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 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 you over with my truck instead