Testi musica canzoni

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 backbreakin� 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