뮤직 비디오
제공
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Corey Taylor
리드 보컬
Craig Jones
효과음
Joey Jordison
드럼
Mick Thomson
일렉트릭 기타
Paul Gray
베이스 기타
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
타악기
Sid Wilson
턴테이블
Josh Brainard
일렉트릭 기타
Greg Welts
타악기
작곡 및 작사
Chris Fehn
송라이터
Corey Taylor
송라이터
Craig Jones
송라이터
Joey Jordison
송라이터
Mick Thomson
송라이터
Paul Gray
송라이터
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
송라이터
Sid Wilson
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Slipknot
프로듀서
Joey Jordison
믹싱 엔지니어
Sean McMahon
레코딩 엔지니어
Rob Agnello
어시스턴트 엔지니어
가사
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 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
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 needle-nose 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
Writer(s): Paul Gray, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson
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