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 III 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
But what is he good for
If he just a spectator of war

I have 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 'Imma 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, what about you
What about you