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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Corey Taylor
Leadgesang
Craig Jones
Soundeffekte
Joey Jordison
Schlagzeug
Mick Thomson
E-Gitarre
Paul Gray
Bassgitarre
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Sid Wilson
Phonograph
Josh Brainard
E-Gitarre
Greg Welts
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Fehn
Songwriter:in
Corey Taylor
Songwriter:in
Craig Jones
Songwriter:in
Joey Jordison
Songwriter:in
Mick Thomson
Songwriter:in
Paul Gray
Songwriter:in
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Songwriter:in
Sid Wilson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Slipknot
Produzent:in
Joey Jordison
Mischtechniker:in
Sean McMahon
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rob Agnello
Ingenieurassistent:in
Songtexte
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, steppin' where you fear to tread
Stop, drop, and roll, you were dead from the get-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 hauser
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 of 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 enemas
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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