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 III 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?