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