It's
On |
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!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
IT'S ON!
|
Freak
On A Leash |
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'll never see me 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... is free
Chorus
Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema
GO!
So...fight! something on the... dum
na ema
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Chorus
Part of me...
Oh...(x3)
|
Got
The Life |
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... (x2)
Hate, something, someway, each day,
dealing with no forgiveness.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give... me... noth... ing... just... feel.
And now this shit will follow.
God hates me, the more I see the
light he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God hates 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 haste.
Each day i feel so hollow inside I was beating me,
you will never see, so come dance with me.
Dance with me (x6)
ME!
God hates me, the more I see the
light, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God hates me, the more I see the life, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life...
Got the life. (x8)
Got... the... life.
|
Dead
Bodies Everywhere |
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 cant live that lie. Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
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.
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.
Hate!
I sing my words
I'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
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'm fucked at dealing,
with your life
dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Dead bodies everywhere!(x8)
|
Children
Of The Korn |
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:
Glaring into my son's eyes.
Reveals a void
I felt her in 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
Cube:
I'm not fuckin around
Stop fucking with me
Jonathan:
And the children are born.
Your 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
Cube:
I'm not fuckin around
Stop fucking with me
Jonathan:
And the children
are born.
Your feeling through me, I, I, I
We're the children of the Korn.
Cos a bag of my
life
Then I got it, so far.
It's open day like me. Insanity
Go figure, what's a fag?
Now a player
babtised 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 nothin' seems to faze.
Bitch!
Nothin' seems to
faze.
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn.
Nothin' 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 worry.
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?
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.
Taken away.
Take me away.
Taken... away.
Something I get, I got to get home
Run, run, run, run, run, run running home
Where is my home...
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 a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
|
Pretty
|
So... so love.
Wait, but I don't realize.
Somehow, why lay?
Broke, the pain between the eye. I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin... so cold.
Could, could someone steal a life?
Save... 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?
RAPE! Something...
NOW! Rips my...
HEART! And takes...
MY! Soul I...
WAIT! Too late...
NOW! I feel...
RAPED! Inside...
DEATH! 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...
|
All
In The Family |
Fred: Say what, say what?
(x4) Jon:
My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
(x3)
Jon: My band is bigger than
yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your
beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save
this crew 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 Ann.
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 faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm
all it kid, 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 eatin'
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 rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all
your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on
them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No
Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya'
sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst
needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying.
Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a
bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you
can't eat that shit every day, Fred.
Fred: Say what, say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: 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, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can,
you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I 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 them
mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new
grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You 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?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry
Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is
winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is
Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag
is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too 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 waitin' for your fuckin' nut.
Fred: Wait, 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 fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south,
and boy, you sure do got a purdy 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, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
|
Reclaim
My Place |
What the fuck?! I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate.
I'm so dumb, there is nothing to hate.
Really is it me, or is it fate?
Give me peace, or at least for fuck's sake.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was weak.
Save my ass, I got into this band,
Never thought the band would pick on the man.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
Reclaim my place...
Say it to my face.
So I look around at all these
stupid little faces.
Something I can never slap, but I embrace.
You'll never ever see, you'll never ever be,
You want to fuck around? Then come on, fuck with me.
You think you can't relate?
You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate?
Look at me and you will find
My fate you always raped?
I will always be the son.
You want to fuck with me?
Come on, fucking play!
You can feel it now or be stoned!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, bow down!
Bow down!
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
What the fuck?! So... What
the fuck?!(x12)
|
Justin
|
Fuck all that bullshit! You
watch me play.
I look away.
Your lights turn bright.
You found a light.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
You're gonna die!
What made me whine?
I wish I hadn't drank.
Inside I don't escape.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
Cry, into me.
In me... something... alright...
The kids that die listening to me.
You are alive!
Take, up in space. You and I
stay....
Take, up in space. You and I.
Take, up in space. You and I.
I...
|
Seed
|
Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get
away.
I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd
stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, I'm headed for that
day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?
Every time, god
damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't
be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm
so worried,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder,
should I go on this way?
It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called
fame.
Every time, god damn, I look at my
son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm
so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
So I see this face so innocent and
fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
I feel the rattle...
So I see this face so innocent and
fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
I feel the rattle...
Every time, god damn, I look at my
son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm
so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak!(x4)
|
Cameltosis
|
Tre:
Yeah. I should have known
it from the start what I was in for.
She break a tin full,
she copied, we exchanged some info.
Called her on the tele, conversations were simple,
ain't playin' games, my game, retain the tempo.
And things, no shame, two sparks turned into flames,
Nimpho's in the park, just dancin' in the rain.
Hook me with this fix, and look to drain my aim,
Some never retain what wouldn't suck from your veins.
Tre: So baby
I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me?
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Rest us, rest us from the pain, if I ask.
Ashamed cos a game keep playin' me wrong.
Promise not to ever sing a damn 'nother song,
Until I realize who the fuck I am.
A man out of sync
with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
Tre: So baby
I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me?
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Ahh yeah.
She's the epitomy
of sweet misery,
The sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There's an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin' like a glove, with abstract relations,
Testin' all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, fuckin' with my love,
Fuckin' with my life, fuckin' all the above.
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick-ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
|
My
Gift To You |
There you were, my precious, not long ago.
Hidin' behind the shadows of your broken soul. Why is it always you want something
you can never have?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be this way?
Your throat I take grasp. Can't
you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasms. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
There you were, my precious, with
your broken soul.
Rubbing my crotch elated, taking control.
Why is it always you fuck up
something you've always had?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be so cold?
Your throat I take grasp. Can't
you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Yes, I feel the pain.
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasm. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Here I am, just a man.
Feeling pain, gives me life.
Relieving yours is my plan.
I'd do anything, just to see through your eyes.
Just to see through your eyes.
(x7)
Just to see through your...
I hate you! Can't you feel the
pain? (x7)
I HATE YOU!
Your throat I take grasp. Can't
you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Yes, you feel the pain.
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasm. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
Lifeless skin. Can't you feel
the pain? (x4)
|
Earache
My Eye |
Cheech Marin:
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, DUN DUN DUN! Odelay!
My mama's talkin' to me,
try to tell me how to live,
but I don't listen to her
'cause my head is like a sieve.
My daddy, he disowned me
'cause I wear my sisters clothes.
He caught me in the bathroom
with a pair of pantyhose.
My basketball coach,
he done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a
tree.
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree.
Fieldy:
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree.
Get your boogie on.
Go Head.
Cheech Marin:
The earth is coming to an end
and I don't give a damn.
As long as I have my bitch,
oh and my fly gear.
It don't bother me,
if people think I'm funny.
'Cause I'm a big rock star,
and I'm makin' lots of money!
Money! Money! Money! Money!
Fieldy:
Are you talking pesos?
Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of muthafuckin' money.
I get rich.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own shopping centers, and parking
lots,
and stars, and all that shit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.
Fieldy:
Get your groove on.
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan.
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower.
More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow.
Come on. Death. Right here. Slow. Ah!
Don't give a fuck, break it out.
You even know Boy George is on heroin.
We don't give a fuck.
Rick James is in the crack house.
I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!
The bomb is a fuckin in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!
Cheech Marin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
|