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I T S-O N
Come on!
Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
Now see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
Once I cave in, what can I fight?
I can never win, my self I don't like,
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
This time. This... time.
For me, inside. Put me inside.
Hold me, this time. Put me inside.
Come on!
It's on!
F R E A K-O N-A-L E A S H
Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me.(You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free?(So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain.(You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You've never seen his fall from grace.
Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay.
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash,(You wanna see the light)
feeling like I have no release.(So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased?(You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't take.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You've never seen his fall from grace.
Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay.
Something takes a part of me.
Gibberish
GO!
Gibberish
Something takes a part of me. You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay.
Something takes a part of me.
Part of me...
G O T-T H E-L I F E
Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kick off the front floor.
Mine? Something, inside.
I'll never ever follow.
So give... me... some... thing... that... is... for... real.
I'll never ever follow.
Get your boogie on...
Hate, something, someway, each day, feeling ripped off again.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give... me... noth... ing... just... feel.
And now this shit will follow.
God thanks me, the more I see the light he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something they took from me.
I don't feel your deathly ways.
Each day i feel so hollow inside I was beating me,
you will never see, so come dance with me.
Dance with me
ME!
God thanks me, the more I see the light, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life...
Got the life.
Got... the... life.
D E A D-B O D I E S-E V E R Y W H E R E
Come on, step inside, and you will realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What's your vision? you'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie.
Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
You're dreams (I've) never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.
Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words, I thought that didn't,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Dead bodies everywhere!
C H I L D R E N-O F-T H E-K O R N
Ice Cube:
Attention all parents!
Report to your local therapist!
Report to your local church!
Report to your loacl police department!
It's goin' down!
Jonathan:
Gaze into my son's eyes.
Reveals a pain
I felt during the day.
Ice Cube:
Insanity.
Jonathan:
It was all about the pussy, if you can get it.
A little girl like me never fucking liked it.
Ice Cube:
We ain't takin' no mo'!
Go!
Jonathan:
So sing me! I, I, I.
Ice Cube:
Stop fuckin with me!
Jonathan:
And the children are born.
You're feeling through me. I, I, I.
You're the children of the Korn.
Ice Cube:
Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a double pump, Bring your boys turn up at a party with you doubled up. Double ridie, double party, hardcore, teenage, fuckin' bitches major. Catch me if you can, fuck the law with my dick in my hand, We're comin' strong. Generation triple X, we're all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex.
Jonathan:
So sing me, I, I, I.
Ice Cube:
Stop fucking with me!
Jonathan:
And the children are born.
You're feeling through me. I, I, I.
We're the children of the Korn.
Cuz I take my life
Then I got it, so far.
It's open day like me.
Go figure, what's a fag?
Now a player, baptized and born,
and the Children of the Korn.
Ice Cube:
Children of the Korn!
I'm the first born!
Fuck authority! Hit your ass in the head with my 40.
You girls see more of me, after school, you better run to your 'pa.
Class clown, I already know I'm a star.
Your Children of the Korn was born, from your porn and twisted ass ways,
now you look amazed.
I'm sitting in a daze, in a purple haze.
You better check my pulse, 'cause nuttin' seems to faze.
Beeatch!
Nuttin' seems to faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Nuttin' seems to faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Jonathan:
Look and see, I feel the parents hating me.
Ice Cube:
Hurt me. You hurt me.
Jonathan:
Why don't you step outside and feel me?
Ice Cube:
Feel me! Feel me! Feel me!
How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date,
how to fuck, how to kiss, who to love, who to diss,
how to live. What it is, somethin' gotta give.
Parents or the kids, it won't be the kids.
What? It won't be the kids.
We're talking shit, 'cause life is a 'biz.
You know it is. Everybody tryin' to get rich. God damn!
All I wanna do is live. All I wanna do is live.
Jonathan:
All I wanna do is live!
Ice Cube:
All I wanna do is live.
Jonathan:
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do... is live.
Ice Cube:
Insanity.
Stop fuckin' with me.
Insanity.
Ice Cube:
Stop... fuckin'... with... me.
BITCH!
B.B.K.
So you've seen I've gotten this far.
Please give me some place to wait.
I'm not trying to go there, so take me away.
Life sometimes pisses me off.
It's never a good trip for me.
Every time I reach for love, it's taken away.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
There's nothing wrong wanting to be loved.
Is there something wrong with me?
For once in my life I'd like to be really set free.
Let me be me.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
Take me away.
Take it away.
Take me away.
Take it... away.
Gibberish
Gibberish
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
Night! So I play.
Give me the sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
P R E T T Y
So... so loud.
Wait, but I don't realize.
Small white legs broke?
The pain between her thighs.
I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin so cold.
How could someone steal a life?
Takes the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say.
I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for?
WAIT, something NOW rips my HEART, and takes MY soul.
I WAIT too late NOW, I feel HURT inside, TAKE my soul away....
Away....
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...
A L L-I N-T H E- F A M I L Y
Fred: What's up with this fucking ball-tongue shit?
Jon: All I needed was a pepsi..
Fred: You better shut the fuck up punk!
Jon: Whatever nigga...say what, say what...
My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag,
You stuck-up sucker, KoRny mutherfucker.
Taking over flows is the limp(Jon:dick)-pimp,
Need the bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill,
Ya best step back cuz I'm a kill, I'm a kill.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.
Jon: I'll check you out punk, yes I know you feel it.
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
You little faget ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
Cuz right now I'm all wicked,
Suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
Jon: Me
Fred: I'm known for eating little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that:
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rocking steady.
You little fairy, smelling all your flowers.
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers.
Jon: Ah yeah baby! (Austin Powers impression)
Fred: I hear ya tootin on them fag-pipes lad,
But you said it best, There's No Place to Hide.
Chorus
Jon: What the fuck you saying,
You're a pimp whatever, limp dick.
Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying.
Wannabe funk-doobiest when you're playing.
Rippin off a band, counterfeit fakin.
Plus your bills I'm paying,
You can't eat that shit every day Fred.
Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what? Say what? You better watch your fucking mouth Jon.
Jon: So you hate me...
Fred: And I hate you...
Jon: You know what, you know what...It's all in the family...
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
Throwin rhymes at me like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice..
Ya better run run while ya can,
You'll never fuck me up Bisc Limpkit.
At least I've got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, KoRn on the cob,
You need a new job.
Time to take the mic skills,
Back to the dentist,
And buy yourself a new grill.
You're pumpkin pie,
I'll jack-off in your eye.
Climbing shoots and ladders,
While your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay??
Fred: Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
Chorus
Fred: You call yourself a singer,
You're more like Jerry Springer
Jon: Oh Cool!
Your favorite band is winger.
Jon: Winger??
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers.
Jon: Zingers!
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is Rebel
Jon: Yeehaa
Fred: It's just to bad that you're a fag,
And on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville.
Kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees
Waiting for your little peanut.
Fred: Where d'ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco,
You're burning up in Bako,
Where your father had your mother,
Your mother had your brother,
It's just too bad your father's mad,
Your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on Hillbilly.
Can your horse do a fucking wheelie?
You love it down south, and boy...
You sure do got a purdy (pretty) mouth...
Chorus...
Jon: and I love you...
Fred: and I want you...
Jon: and I'll suck you...
Fred: and I'll fuck you...
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you...
Fred: and I'll eat you...
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick...muther fucker
Fred: Say what?? Say what?? Say what??
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