| I have it out, I have it out, with myself,
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| With myself, I have it out.
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| It’s gonna get ugly.
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| It’s gonna get messy.
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| It’s gonna be World War III of myself.
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| I have it in for this guy who’s been there for me
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| A fuckin' gem who takes me back in like a friend.
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| But what is he good for, if he just stay spectator of war?
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| I have it in for, have it in for, have it in for.
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| I’m gonna start with his liver,
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| And throw it into a river of tar.
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| I’m gonna move to his fingers,
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| Can’t play guitar,
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| Can’t play the rockstar.
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| He’ll have but nothing to talk about,
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| He won’t be able to flap his mouth.
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| Cuz I’mma cut out his tongue.
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| Can’t kiss the girls.
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| Can’t fuck the young ones.
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| I have it out, I have it out, with myself
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| With myself, I have it out.
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| And what about you?
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| Yeah, and what about you?
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| What about you? |