Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Voz principal
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Efectos de sonido
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Batería
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Guitarra eléctrica
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Bajo eléctrico
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percusión
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Tocadiscos
Josh Brainard
Josh Brainard
Guitarra eléctrica
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Autoría
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Autoría
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Autoría
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Autoría
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Autoría
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Autoría
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Autoría
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Slipknot
Slipknot
Producción
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chuck Johnson
Chuck Johnson
Ingeniería de mezcla
Rob Agnello
Rob Agnello
Asistente de ingeniería

Letra

[Intro]
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–
[Verse 1]
Man nearly killed me
Steppin' where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll, you were dead from the get go
You big mouth fucker, stupid cocksucker
Are you're scared of me now? Then you're dumber than–
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]
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
[Verse 2]
Maybe it's the way you gotta spread a lotta 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
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 your kissin'
[Verse 3]
Bigity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway hauser
Don't hear shit 'cause I keeps gettin' louder
Come up and get a face full 'o tactic
You're lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket
Got no pull, no power, no nothin'
Now you start shit? Well, ain't that somethin'?
Your payoffs don't protect, you can hide if you want
But I'll find you, comin' up behind you!
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
'Bout time I set this record straight
'Cause all the needlenose punchin' is making 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 politix
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
[Bridge]
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 enemas
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Spit
Spit
Spit
Spit
Spit it out
Written by: Chris Fehn, Corey Taylor, Craig Jones, Joey Jordison, Mick Thomson, Paul Gray, Shawn "Clown" Crahan, Sid Wilson
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