I have it out, I have it out, with myself
With myself, I have it out
It's gonna get ugly
It's gonna get messy
It's gonna be world war ii of myself
I have it in for this guy who's been there for me
A fuckin' gem who takes me back in like a friend
But what is he good for, if he just stay spectator of war?
I have it in for, have it in for, have it in for

I'm gonna start with his liver
And throw it into a river of tar
I'm gonna move to his fingers
Can't play guitar
Can't play the rockstar
He'll have but nothing to talk about
He won't be able to flap his mouth
Cuz I'mma cut out his tongue

Can't kiss the girls
Can't fuck the young ones
I have it out, I have it out, with myself
With myself, I have it out
And what about you?
Yeah, and what about you?
What about you?