Have It out Songtext

von Mother Mother

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 3 with myself.

I have it in for,
This guy who's been there for me,
A fucking jem,
Who takes me back in like a friend.

Oh, what is he good for?
Is 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 nothing to talk about,
He won't be able to flap his mouth,
'cause I'mma cut out his tongue.
Can't kiss the girls,
Can't fuck the young ones.

Well, what about you?
Yeah, what about you?
What about you?