Hate Your Guts lyrics

I got the call Monday mornin`

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 don`t know

But as far as I`m concerned I think ya

Really suck, you`re rotten and you really blow



I hate your guts

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

I`d dig the holy myself

But I`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

Cus I`ve been shit on more than twice

Well it`s funny how it works

It just seems to never end

Just when ya think ya had enough

They`ll bend ya over and fuck ya once again !



I hate your guts

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

I`d dig the hole myself

But I`d rather run ya over with my truck instead



What`s mine is mine

What`s yours is mine

And that`s the way it`s gonna be

If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard

Don`t ya come around to me

Now I`ve been doin` this now

For quite a many day

I`ll rip off your nuts and

Shove them down your throat and

Head off on my merry way



Money-hungry and greedy

Child you`re just downright wrong

Ya pissed me off so many times

I just had to write this song

Everyone`s got their problems

And I know you sure got yours

But you make livin` child

Seem like a back breakin` chore



I hate your guts

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

I`d dig the hole myself

But, I`d rather run ya over with my truck instead