Hate Your Guts

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
RCus 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 f**k 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