Slipknot - Spit It Out - Silver Disc - Audio Live - November 9th, 1997

Line-Up:

① - Joey Jordison - Drums
② - Paul Gray - Bass/Backing Vocals
③ - Greg Welts - Percussion/Backing Vocals
④ - Josh Brainard - Guitar/Backing Vocals
⑤ - Craig Jones - Sampler/Keyboard Player
⑥ - Shawn Crahan - Percussion/Backing Vocals
⑦ - Mick Thomson - Guitar
⑧ - Corey Taylor - Lead Vocals

Lyrics:

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 killed me
Stepping 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, never was
Foundation made of piss and vinegar
Step to me, I'll smear you, think I fear you?
Bullshit, 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!

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 spread
A lotta rumor fodder
Keeping all your little spies
And leaving 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 dissing?
Side swipe
We know the ass that you're kissing!

Biggity-biggity bitch boy, halfwat Hauser
Don't hear shit 'cause I keep getting louder
Come up, 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 shit, 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!

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!

About time I set this record straight
All the needlenose punching is making me irate
Sick of my bitching 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 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!