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 three of myself I have it in for This guy who's been there for me A fucking gem Who takes me back in like a friend Oh, what is he good for? If he just a 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 'Cause, I'ma 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 Well, what about you? Yeah, what about you? What about you?