Hate Your Guts Lyrics

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