SPIT IT OUT! [Verse 1 – Aggressive rapid-fire battle rap] While you drinkin' Natty Daddies on the porch, I light up the mic like the Human Torch, I see you smilin' with them baked bean teeth, Think you're fuckin' stylin', but you 'bout to have beef! [Verse 2 – Accelerating flow, sharp rhythmic delivery] Draw a hand of cards, We ain't fighting the guards, Understand, we throwing hands, Like Jean-Luc Picard. Or maybe Loh-cute-us, He'll assimilate then shoot us, Lockin' in coordinates, Bringing down the ordnance, Clockin' in some shit that's fuckin' brutal, Bet your ass— [Robot Voice] RESISTANCE IS FewtILE! [Pre-Chorus – Half-time stomp, gang chants] KEEP TALKIN'! (KEEP TALKIN'!) KEEP WALKIN'! (KEEP WALKIN'!) HEAR THAT CLICK? THAT'S THE SOUND OF THE CLOCK STOPPIN'! [Chorus – Explosive, shouted vocals] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! WHAT THE FUCK YOU SMILING ABOUT? GOT A MOUTH FULL OF TROUBLE AND A HEAD FULL OF DOUBT, BETTER SAY WHAT YOU MEAN OR SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH! SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! ALL THAT NOISE, WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT? ONE MORE WORD AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT! [Verse 3 – Dark, menacing rapid-fire rap] I ripped apart my heart and I fed it to the crows, I crept behind the shadows with the thing behind the rows, You think I danced with the devil, on the level, Gotta test his fuckin' mettle, Ain't gonna settle in, let's begin, Ripping up shit, evil as sin! [Verse 4 – Frantic acceleration, dense internal rhymes] I'm a sick little prick with a trick up my sleeve, Got a brick full of bullshit you wouldn't believe, I'm a walking contradiction with a criminal conviction, Got a fictional addiction to inflicting verbal friction, I'm a loose cannon, loose screws, bad news, Got a fuse and a match and a hell of a short fuse, I'm a catastrophe, bastard of blasphemy, Laughin' at the aftermath, nobody's catchin' me! [Pre-Chorus – Half-time stomp, gang chants] KEEP TALKIN'! (KEEP TALKIN'!) KEEP WALKIN'! (KEEP WALKIN'!) HEAR THAT CLICK? THAT'S THE SOUND OF THE CLOCK STOPPIN'! [Chorus – Explosive, shouted vocals] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! WHAT THE FUCK YOU SMILING ABOUT? GOT A MOUTH FULL OF TROUBLE AND A HEAD FULL OF DOUBT, BETTER SAY WHAT YOU MEAN OR SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH! SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! ALL THAT NOISE, WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT? ONE MORE WORD AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT! [Final Chorus – Maximum intensity, distorted gang vocals, robotic backup singers] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! WHAT THE FUCK YOU SMILING ABOUT? GOT A MOUTH FULL OF TROUBLE AND A HEAD FULL OF DOUBT, BETTER SAY WHAT YOU MEAN OR SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH! SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT! ALL THAT NOISE, WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT? ONE MORE WORD AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT! [Hard stop]
