I got the call Monday mornin', oh no   Sometime around 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 ya 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   Gonna 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   See I've been shit on more than twice      Well, it's funny how it works   And don't just seems to never end   Just when ya think ya had enough   They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again      Say I hate your guts   And I'm wishing you were dead   Yeah, I'll be hating your guts   You're damn right that's what I said      I hate your guts   I'm wishing you was dead   Gonna dig the hole myself   But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead   And start of that engine      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   Oh child, you're just downright wrong   You see you pissed me off so many times   I just had to write this song      Everyone's got their problems   And don't I know you sure got yours   But you make livin' child   And 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 ya over with my truck instead