Letras
This song is called
"Spit It Out"
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
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, never was
Foundation made of piss and vinegar
Step to me, I'll smear ya, think I fear ya? 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?
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
Come on
Maybe it's the way you 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 that right, bitch, I didn't stutter
If you know what's good, sit, shut up and beg, brother
Backstab, don't you know who you're dissin'?
Sideswipe, we know the ass that you're kissin'
Bigidy, bigidy bitch boy, halfwat hauser
Can't hear shit 'cause I keep gettin' louder
Come up, and you get a face full of 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't hide if you want
But I'll find you, comin' up behind you, come on
(Spit it out) all you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out, motherfucker
(Spit it out) all you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Make some fuckin' noise for me, my friends
Yeah
'Bout time I set this record straight
All the needle nose punchin' is makin' me irate
Sick of my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
Where you're 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 goods
Bam, are you sick of me? Good enough, had enough
Oh, my fuckin' God, I love you, London
You know, I just, I don't know, I don't think we got enough fuckin' cameras
I don't think we got enough fuckin' cameras on stage
I wanna use this one right here
How the fuck are you doing, fuckers?
Are you ready for the fuckin' test, my friends?
Then this is what I need you to do
I need all my fuckin' crazy friends here in London
From the front to the back, side to fuckin' side to the middle
I need you all for the DVD to get the fuck down on the fucking ground
Right fucking now
Come on, man, this is gonna be crushing
Come on, dudes, everybody
All my sick fucking friends, man
This is going down in history right here, don't be afraid to be a part of fuckin' mythology
Get your fucking ass down to the fuckin' ground, right fuckin' now
That's right, come on
All you motherfuckers right now, get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground
Right now, I swear to God
All you fuckers right now, get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground
Alright
Here's the deal
When I say, "Jump the fuck up"
What are you gonna do? (Jump the fuck up)
What are you gonna do? (Jump the fuck up)
What the fuck are you gonna fuckin' do, London? (Jump the fuck up)
But not 'til I say, "Jump the fuck up"
Not 'til I say, "Jump the fuck up"
All you fuckers over there, get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground right now
You can see 'em over at the stage, get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground right now
That's right
Get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground right now
Get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground right fucking now
Here we go
Are you gonna get the fuck down on the fuckin' ground or not, motherfuckers?
Come on, Sid, get those fuckers down on the fucking ground
Come on, alright
Here we go
'Bout time I set this record straight
And all the needle nose punchin' is makin' me irate
Sick of 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
(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
Spit, spit
Spit, spit
Spit it out
Oh, my fuckin' God, London
That was fuckin' kick-ass
Can 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 fuckin' asses in London
Like you always do every fuckin' 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