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?