Spit It Out (Live at MSG 2009)

[Spoken: Corey Taylor] Then it's time, for all of us to Spit It Out [Intro: Corey Taylor] Did 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: Corey Taylor] 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! [Chorus: Corey Taylor & Crowd] 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: Corey Taylor] 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'! [Verse 3] Biggity-biggity bitch boy, halfway houser Don't hear shit 'cause I keeps 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 hide if you want But I'll find you, comin' up behind you [Chorus: Corey Taylor & Crowd] 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 One more fuckin' time, make some fuckin' noise [Bridge: Corey Taylor] 'Bout time I set this record straight 'Cause all the needlenose punchin' is-a 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 [Spoken: Corey Taylor] I fuckin' love you, New York City! Whoa, calm down. Not yet. Ha ha. I got two fucking questions, my friends, are you listening to me? How many people here have seen Slipknot before? How many people here, this is your very first Slipknot concert, your baptism? Ha ha. Well I tell you what. The Slipknot eye is on you tonight. Whether you've seen us or not, you know what fuckin' time it is, don't you, you crazy motherfuckers? And I want you to follow their lead. I'm not gonna fuckin' tell you what to do, I just wanna see you fuckin' do it. Let's get it on [Instrumental Interlude] [Spoken: Corey Taylor] Aw shit. I tell you what. Madison Square Garden never looked so fucking beautiful in all of my goddamn life. Now, when I say "Jump the fuck up", what are you gonna do? What in the fuck are you gonna fuckin' do? Ha ha. But not yet. Not until I say "Jump the fuck up". Not until I say "Jump the fuck up", is that clear New York City? Hahahahaha. Aw shit. I don't know about you, I just went from fuckin' six to midnight New York, Jesus fucking Christ. On my signal, unleash hell. Joey, let's take these motherfuckers home man [Bridge: Corey Taylor] 'Bout time I set this record straight 'Cause all the needlenose punchin' is-a 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? 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! Come on! [Chorus: Corey Taylor & Crowd] Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out One more time! Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out [Outro: Corey Taylor] Spit Spit Spit Spit Spit it out [Spoken: Corey Taylor] Oh my fucking god thank you so fucking much New York! We love you. We love you all. We'll never fucking forget you. Take care of yourself. Take care of each other. Good fucking night