Spit It Out (Hyper Version)

Slipknot

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    Since you never gave a damn in the first place
    Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
    'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
    And the verdict is guilty

    Man nearly killed me
    Steppin' where you fear to tread
    Stop, drop and roll you were dead from the git-go!
    Big mouth fucker stupid cocksucker
    Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought
    Always is and never was
    Foundation made of piss and vinegar
    Step to me, I'll smear ya think I fear ya? Bullshit!
    Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit
    Is there any way to break through the noise?
    Was it something that I said that got you bent?
    It's gotta be that way if you want it
    Sanity, literal profanity hit me!

    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out
    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out

    Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumour fodder
    Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realize
    Step up, fairy
    I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome
    Straight to the dome
    You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter
    If you know what's good sit, shut up and beg, brother
    Backstab don't you know who you're dissing?
    Side swipe we know the ass that you're kissing!

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    Bigidy-biggidy bitch boy, halfway hauser
    Don't hear shit 'cause I keep gettin' louder
    Come on, and you get a face full o' tactic
    Livin' up hard, goin' home in a basket
    No pull, no power, no nothing'
    Now you start shit? Well, ain't that somethin'?
    Payoffs don't protect and you can't hide if you want
    But I'll find you comin' up behind you!

    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out
    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out

    'Bout time I set this record straight
    All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate
    Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
    Where you gonna be in the next five years?
    The crew and all the fools, and all the politics
    Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
    You got dick when they passed out the good stuff
    Bam are you sick of me?
    Good enough had enough

    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!

    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!
    Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies!

    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out
    Spit it out
    All you wanna do is drag me down
    All I wanna do is stamp you out
    Spit
    Spit
    Spit
    Spit
    Spit it out

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    Composición: Joey Jordison, Paul Gray, Corey Taylor, Craig Jones, Sid Wilson, Chris Fehn, Mick Thomson y Clown Crahan

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