Spit It Out (Live in London, 2002)

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