I hate my job, and I hate the b**h
I'd rather be diggin' a ditch
Her sister's fat, and her brother's gay
I hope they die on Christmas day
Well you know I don't care
I want you out of my hair
So f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
Sometimes you feel so bad
That makes him oh-so-sad
He knows that he's to blame
And that makes him feel the shame
But with all due respect
Go get your p**y checked
And f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
f** you, and you
I can't forget you
f** you 2
f** you, motherf**er
f** you and your little brother
f** you, motherf**er
s** one ball then s** another
f** you, motherf**er
f** you and your little brother
f** you, motherf**er
s** one ball then s** another
f** you
f** you
f** you
f** you