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
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 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
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 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