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"Spit It Out" is the fourteenth track on Disasterpieces.
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Lyrics[]
[Intro]
This song is called - 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…
[Verse 1]
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!
[Chorus]
Come on!
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Come on, people!
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Come on!
[Verse 2]
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'!
[Verse 3]
Biggity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway houser
Don't hear shit 'cause it 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!
[Chorus]
Come on!
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Come on, fucker!
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
[Post-Chorus]
Make some fucking noice for me, my friends
Yeah!
[Bridge]
'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!
[Interlude]
Oh my fucking god. I love you, London!
You know, I just, I don't know.
I don't think we got enough fucking cameras.
I don't think we got enough fucking cameras on stage
I wanna use this one right here.
How the fuck are you doing, fuckers?
Are you ready for the fucking test, my friends?
And this is what I need you to do.
I need all my fucking crazy friends here in London.
From the front to the back, side to fucking side in the middle.
I need you all, for the DVD, to get the fuck down, on the fucking ground
Right's
Fucking
Now.
Come on, man. This is gonna be crushing.
Come on, dude. Everybody. All my sick fucking friends, man.
This is going down in history right here.
Don't be afraid to be a part of the fucking metalagy..
Get your fucking ass down in the fucking ground right fucking now.
That's right. Come on. All you motherfuckers right now need to get the fuck down to the fucking ground right now. I swear to god.
All you fuckers right there get the fucks out of the fucking crowd.
Alright. Here's the deal. When I say, jump the fuck up. What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do? What the fuck are you gonna fucking do, London?
And not till I say - jump the fuck up. Now till I say, jump the fuck up.
All you fuckers over there by seat, get the fuck down on the fucking ground right now.
You can see him every fucking time on this stage. Get the fuck down on the fucking ground right now.
That's right.
Get the fuck down on the fucking ground right now.
Get the fuck down on the fucking ground right fucking now.
Here we go. Are you gonna get the fuck down on the fucking ground or not, motherfuckers?
Come on, sit. Get those fuckers down on the fucking ground. Come on.
Alright. Here we go.
[Bridge 2]
'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 ten 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? Jump The Fuck Up!
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!
[Chorus]
Come on!
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Come on, people!
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
Oh my fucking god, London. That was fucking kick ass.
Could I have my DJ back now? Is that alright?
On behalf of all the bands that have played here today, thank you for coming out and kicking our fucking asses in London like you always do every fucking time we come here.
But before we go, you motherfuckers wanna help me sing a fucking song?
You wanna help me sing a fucking song or not, fuckers?
I'm gonna start it, and you're gonna finish it.
Are you with me? Here we go.
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| Disasterpieces ― November 26th, 2002 • Roadrunner Records | |
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| Standard | 1 (515) • 2 People = Shit • 3 Liberate • 4 Left Behind • 5 Eeyore • 6 Disasterpiece • 7 Purity • 8 Gently • 9 Eyeless • 10 Drum Solo • 11 My Plague • 12 New Abortion • 13 The Heretic Anthem • 14 Spit It Out • 15 Wait and Bleed • 16 742617000027 • 17 (Sic) • 18 Surfacing |