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I got the call Monday morninÂ?
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 donÂ?t know
But as far as IÂ?m concerned I think ya
Really suck, youÂ?re rotten and you really blow
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouÂ?re damn right thatÂ?s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
IÂ?d dig the holy myself
But IÂ?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
RCus IÂ?ve been shit on more than twice
Well itÂ?s funny how it works
It just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
TheyÂ?ll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouÂ?re damn right thatÂ?s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
IÂ?d dig the hole myself
But IÂ?d rather run ya over with my truck instead
WhatÂ?s mine is mine
WhatÂ?s yours is mine
And thatÂ?s the way itÂ?s gonna be
If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard
DonÂ?t ya come around to me
Now IÂ?ve been doinÂ? this now
For quite a many day
IÂ?ll rip off your nuts and
Shove them down your throat and
Head off on my merry way
Money-hungry and greedy
Child youÂ?re just downright wrong
Ya pissed me off so many times
I just had to write this song
EveryoneÂ?s got their problems
And I know you sure got yours
But you make livinÂ? child
Seem like a backbreakinÂ? chore
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
YouÂ?re damn right thatÂ?s what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
IÂ?d dig the hole myself
But IÂ?d rather run ya over with my truck instead