Corey Taylor - Spit It Out lyrics

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Corey Taylor - Spit It Out lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 k**ed me Stepping where you fear to tread Stop, drop and roll - you were dead from the git-go! Big-mouth f**er, stupid co*ks**er! Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought Always is, never was Foundation made of piss and vinegar Step to me, I'll smear ya - think I fear ya? Bullsh** Just another dumb punk chomping 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! [Chorus (x2)] Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out [Verse 2] Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lot of rumor fodder Keeping all your little spies and leaving when you realize Step up, fairy I guess it's time to bury your a** with the chrome Straight to the dome You heard that right, b**h, I didn't stutter If you know what's good, just shut up and beg, brother Back-stab - don't you know who you're dissing? Side swipe - we know the a** that you're kissing! Bigidy - bigidy b**h boy, halfway hauser Don't hear sh** cause I keep getting louder Come on, and you get a face full of tactic Lipping off hard, going home in a basket You got no pull, no power, no nothing Now you start sh**? Well, ain't that something? Payoffs don't protect, and you can hide if you want But I'll find you - coming up behind you! [Chorus (x2)] Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out [Bridge] About time I set this record straight All the needle-nose punching is making me irate Sick of my b**hing falling 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 pa**ed out the good stuff Bam are you sick of me? Good enough - had enough f** me! I'm all out of enemies! [x7] [Chorus (x2)] Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out [Outro] Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! It! Out!