This, is an old song.
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This song is called - SPIT IT OUT!
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Did you never gave a damn in the first place,
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Maybe it's time you had the tables turned
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'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
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And the verdict is guilty...
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...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME
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Steppin' where you fear to tread
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Stop, drop and roll
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You were dead from the git-go!
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Big motherfucker, stupid cocksucker
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If you're scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought
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Always is, and never was
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Foundation made of piss and vinegar
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Step up to me, I'll smear ya
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Think I fear ya? Bullshit!
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Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit
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Is there any way to break through the noise?
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Was it something that I said that got you bent?
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It's gotta be that way if you want it
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Sanity, literal profanity hit me!
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Comon, Spit it out
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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Comon fuckers, Spit it out!
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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That fucking kicks ass, man comon!
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Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta rumor fodder
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Keepin' all your little spies and leaving when you realize
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Step up, fairy
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I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome
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Straight to the dome
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You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter
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And if you know what's good, just shut up and beg, brother
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Backstab - don't you know who you're dissin'?
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Side swipe,we know the Ass that your kissin'
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Bigity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway hauser
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Don't hear shit cuz I keep gettin' louder
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Come on, and get a face full 'o tatic
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Lipping off hard, going home in a basket
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You got no pull, no power, no nothin
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Now you start shit?
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Well, ain't that something?
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Payoffs don't protect, and you can hide if you want
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But I'll find you, comin' up behind you!
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Comon, Spit it out!
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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Comon fuckers, Spit it out!
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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Oh, let me hear your fucking voices as one motherfuckers! Way to go! Haha!
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'Bout time I set this record straight
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Cuz all the needlenose punchin' is making me irate
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Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
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Where you gonna be in the next five years?
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The crew and all the fools, and all the politix
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Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
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You got dick when they passed out the good stuff
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BAM!
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Are you sick of me?
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Good enough, had enough!
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Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies! (x8)
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That's exactly what I asked to do 15 seconds ago! Haha!
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Now make some fucking noise if you're alive man!
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Alright, this is what we call the zero bullshit.
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As fast as you fucking can, I want to see all crazy friends and family,
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get down on the fucking ground right now.
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That's right. That's fucking serious, look at this shit. Ooh, yeah.
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Alright, hahaha now when I say "jumpdafuckup", what you gonna do?
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But not until I say "jumpdafuckup", is that fucking clear you crazy fuckers? Alright, Joey this very fucking may be the best one...
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Alright, not until I say "jupdafuckup", not until I say "jumpdafuckup"!
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Joey! Let's take them home, man.
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'Bout time I set this record straight
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Cuz all the needlenose punchin' is making me irate
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Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
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Where you gonna be in the next ten years?
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The crew and all the fools, and all the politix
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Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
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You got dick when they passed out the good stuff
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BAM!
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Are you sick of me?
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Jumpdafuckup!
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Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies! (x8)
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Comon, Spit it out!
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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One more time.
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Spit it out!
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All you wanna do is drag me down,
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All I wanna do is stamp you out!
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Spit! (x4)
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Spit... it out!
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Are you fucking ready?
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I said, ARE YOU FUCKING READY?
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We're all going down in history.
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Spit It Out (Live)
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| Slipknot |
