Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spit It Out, artist - Slipknot. Date of issue: 11.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spit It Out |
| Did you never give 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 you? |
| 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? |
| 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 lot of rumor 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 |
| And if you know what’s good just shut up and beg, brother |
| Backstab — don’t you know who you’re dissin'? |
| Sideswipe — we know the ass that you’re kissin'! |
| Biggity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway houser |
| Don’t hear shit 'cause I keeps gettin' louder |
| Come up and you get a face full o' tactic |
| Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket |
| You got no pull, no power, no nothin' |
| Now you start shit? |
| Well ain’t that somethin'? |
| Payoffs don’t protect, and you can 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 |