Lyrics
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?
