Hate Your Guts Lyrics - Zakk Wylde

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 

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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 

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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