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Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Ведущий вокал
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Звуковые эффекты
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Барабаны
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Электрогитара
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Бас-гитара
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Ударные инструменты
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Проигрыватель пластинок
Josh Brainard
Josh Brainard
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Автор песен
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Автор песен
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Автор песен
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Автор песен
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Автор песен
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Автор песен
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Автор песен
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Миксинг-инженер
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Миксинг-инженер
Chuck Johnson
Chuck Johnson
Миксинг-инженер
Rob Agnello
Rob Agnello
Ассистент инженера
Slipknot
Slipknot
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[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
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
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, 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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