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