[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