Spit It out - Kadinja, Aaron Matts

Did you never give 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 git-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 houser

Don’t hear shit 'cause I 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 needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate

Sick o' 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 enemies!

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