Verse 1
You see I got the call Monday mornin'
I dunno 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 ya really suck, you're rotten and you really blow

Chorus
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

Verse 2
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
It all just seems to never end
Just when ya think ya had enough
They'll bend ya over and fuck ya once again

Chorus
I hate your guts
I wishin' you was dead
I be a hating 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
(Better start up that engine)

[Banjo Lead Break]

Middle 8
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 round 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

Verse 3
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 darling I know you sure got yours
But you make livin' child
Damn you make it seem like a back breakin' chore

Chorus
I hate your guts
I wish that you was dead
I hate your guts
You don't have to clean out your ears
You're damn right that's what I said
I hate your guts
And I wish that you was dead
God I'd dig the hole myself
But I'd rather run ya over with my truck instead