Pride & Glory Hate Your Guts
I got the call Monday mornin¹ 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 don¹t know But as far as I¹m concerned I think ya Really suck, you¹re rotten and you really blow I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts You¹re damn right that¹s what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead I¹d dig the holy myself But I¹d 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 I¹ve been shit on more than twice Well it¹s funny how it works It just seems to never end Just when ya think ya had enough They¹ll bend ya over and f..ck ya once again ! I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts You¹re damn right that¹s what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead I¹d dig the hole myself But I¹d rather run ya over with my truck instead What¹s mine is mine What¹s yours is mine And that¹s the way it¹s gonna be If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard Don¹t ya come around to me Now I¹ve been doin¹ this now For quite a many day I¹ll rip off your nuts and Shove them down your throat and Head off on my merry way Money-hungry and greedy Child you¹re just downright wrong Ya pissed me off so many times I just had to write this song Everyone¹s got their problems And I know you sure got yours But you make livin¹ child Seem like a backbreakin¹ chore I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts You¹re damn right that¹s what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead I¹d dig the hole myself But I¹d rather run ya over with my truck instead
