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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slipknot
Performer
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Corey Taylor
Vocals
Craig Jones
Keyboards
Mick Thomson
Guitar
Joey Jordison
Drums
Paul Gray
Bass Guitar
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Sid Wilson
Turntables
Jim Root
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Fehn
Songwriter
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
Craig Jones
Songwriter
Joey Jordison
Songwriter
Mick Thomson
Songwriter
Paul Gray
Songwriter
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Songwriter
Sid Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slipknot
Producer
Chris Fehn
Producer
Corey Taylor
Producer
Craig Jones
Producer
Mick Thomson
Producer
Joey Jordison
Producer
Paul Gray
Producer
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Producer
Sid Wilson
Producer
Jarrad Hearman
Assistant Engineer
Jim Root
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Colin Richardson
Mixing Engineer
Martyn 'Ginge' Ford
Mixing Engineer
Mike Kaufman
Producer
Lyrics
It's time for all of us
To 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
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
(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 time
Make some fuckin' noise, man
'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 picked out the goods
Bam, are you sick of me? Good enough, had enough
Oh, you guys are fuckin' amazing out there
You know what, I know we've been coming here for ten fuckin' years
But I've got a little fuckin' question for ya
How many people here have seen Slipknot before?
How many people here, this is your very first Slipknot concert?
Whether you seen us before or not, you've heard the legends
You know what fuckin' time it is, don't you, crazy motherfuckers?
That's right
Christian, turn the all the fuckin' lights on
Let me see all of them out there
The Slipknot eyes are on you, motherfuckers
I know a lot of you know what to do, but just in case
We're gonna play the fuckin' record, right here at fuckin' Download tonight
I need to see all of my people get down on the fuckin' ground
Right now
Holy fuckin' shit, dude, are you kiddin' me?
Are you seein' that shit?
It's official, this is officially the most people that have ever gotten down in fucking England history
Now, when I say jump the fuck up
What you're gonna do? (Jump the fuck up)
What the fuck are you gonna fuckin' do? (Jump the fuck up)
But not yet, not yet, man
Not until I say, "Jump the fuck up"
Not 'til I say, "Jump the fuck up"
Is that clear, you crazy motherfuckers?
Then on my signal, unleash hell
Joey, let's take these motherfuckers home, man
'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 picked up the good
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, one more time
(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
Thank you so fuckin' much, my friends
We love you
We'll see you again sooner than you fuckin' think
Take care of yourself, take care of each other
Good fuckin' night
Written by: Chris Fehn, Corey Taylor, Craig Jones, Joey Jordison, Mick Thomson, Paul Gray, Shawn "Clown" Crahan, Sid Wilson