[Verse 1]
I don't really get you sometimes
It's okay, not feelin' the best
Stayed up late, then you came on time
Looks like you brought a friend
Six-foot-six and he could kick my ass (No way)
Yeah man, I'm bet
[?] the left, tip to the right
Put a gun to his chest to stop the fight

[Pre-Chorus]
I got itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, my fingers fuckin' itching
It's fuckin' itching (Fuck)

[Chorus]
Click clack and the room gets quiet
One more hit, bitch, don't even try it
Big man better step the fuck down
Ain't room for two of us inside of this town (Bang)
Click clack and the room gets quiet
One more hit, bitch don't еven try it
Big man better stеp the fuck down
Ain't room for two of us inside of this town

[Verse 2]
Dropped two rounds and he hit the floor
Cops showed up knocking on the door
Damn this dude, the fuck you crying for?
Took first blood, now I want some more
Kill for the sport, blood, I want more
Ran out of bullets, so I went to the store
I can't believe this Five-O on my ass
I'll hop in my car and then I'll do the dash
[Pre-Chorus]
I got itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, my fingers fuckin' itching
It's fuckin' itching
I got itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, my fingers fuckin' itching
It's fuckin' itching
(You are surrounded, come out with your hands up)

[Chorus]
Click clack and the room gets quiet
One more hit, bitch, don't even try it
Big man better step the fuck down
Ain't room for two of us inside of this town (Bang)
Click clack and the room gets quiet
One more hit, bitch don't even try it
Big man better step the fuck down
Ain't room for two of us inside of this town

[Outro]
Yo, if your name is Teenage Disaster, what happens when you turn 30—, okay, alright calm—