Will Chase - Conflict Resolution Lyrics

[IAN, spoken]
Look, conflict resolution is my job
And I'd like to believe
That if Laura decided she didn't want to see me anymore
I'd respect her decision
You know what I'm saying, Robbo?

[ROB, spoken]
Yeah

[IAN, spoken]
So, shall we leave it at that, then?

[ROB]
Ah!

[DICK, spoken]
Don't do it, Rob!

[ROB]
Leave town! Leave the country!
Little bitch, you're gonna feel my rage
You're gonna look back at ten phone calls a night
As a motherf*cking golden age

You'll be home to the maggots and the fleas
I'm gonna bring you to your—
Sha-na-na-na-na-na
Knees! Knees!
Sha-na-na-na-na-na knees!

*Rewind sound*

[IAN, spoken]
So, shall we leave it at that, then?

[ROB, DICK & BARRY]
Here's our conflict resolution
Time for the final solution

[DICK]
Gonna punish your doughy white body
With a taste of my Hai Karate!

[BARRY]
You've breathed your last breath, sucker!

[ROB]
Resolve this conflict—

[ROB, DICK & BARRY]
Motherf*cker!

*Rewind sound*

[IAN, spoken]
So, shall we leave it at that, then?

[ROB, spoken]
How 'bout we leave it at this?

*Gunshot*

[ROB]
I'm so tired of hearing your mouth run
Popped a cap on your ass, now you're done, son

[BARRY]
Attention shoppers, there's blood on the floor

[DICK]
We got a one-eight-seven on aisle four

[ROB]
Now you know how much your life is worth
This was your—

[ROB, DICK & BARRY, HIPSTER]
Last real record store on earth (What)
Earth (What)
Earth (What)
Earth (What)

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
It's a better place you've gone to

[ROB]
You better hope it's better

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
I pray the Lord your soul to save

[ROB]
Pathetic rebound f*ck

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
While you rest up there in heaven

[ROB]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
I'll be pissin' on your grave

[ROB]
I will be pissin' on your grave

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
Pissin' on your grave

[ROB]
I got my ho's **** down
And a magnum of Kris

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
Yeah, yeah
Pissin' on your grave

[ROB]
I'm gonna **** you in the ****
With my motherf*ckin' ****

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
Pray the Lord your soul to save

[ROB]
Girl, open his mouth
'Cause I'm ready to—

[BITCHES & PIMPS]
Pissin', pissin'
Pissin' on your grave

[ROB]
Now you've had a taste of my big black Glock
How about a taste of my ****?