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Pride And Glory Pride And Glory Hate Your Guts 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 dont know But as far as Im concerned I think ya Really suck, youre rotten and you really blow I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts Youre damn right thats what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead Id dig the holy myself But Id 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 Ive been shit on more than twice Well its funny how it works It just seems to never end Just when ya think ya had enough Theyll bend ya over and fuck ya once again ! I hate your guts I wish that you was dead I hate your guts Youre damn right thats what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead Id dig the hole myself But Id rather run ya over with my truck instead Whats mine is mine Whats yours is mine And thats the way its gonna be If ya got a problem with that ya little bastard Dont ya come around to me Now Ive been doin this now For quite a many day Ill rip off your nuts and Shove them down your throat and Head off on my merry way Money-hungry and greedy Child youre just downright wrong Ya pissed me off so many times I just had to write this song Everyones 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 Youre damn right thats what I said I hate your guts And I wish that you was dead Id dig the hole myself But Id rather run ya over with my truck instead |
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