It's On
Freak On A Leash
Got The Life
Dead Bodies Everywhere
Children Of The Korn
B.B.K.
Pretty
All In The Family
Reclaim My Place
Justin
Seed
Camaltosis
My Gift To You
Hidden Track: Earache My
Eye
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! x4
IT'S ON!
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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 lighe) I try
to every night, all in vein... in vein.
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.
Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release.
How many times have I felt diseased? 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.
Boom na da mmmm na ema, Boom na da mmmm na ema,Boom
na da mmmm na ema,
Boom na da mmmm na ema, Boom na da mmmm na ema,Boom na da mmmm na
ema,
Boom na da mmmm na ema, Boom na da mmmm na ema,Boom na da mmmm na
ema,
Boom na da mmmm na ema, Boom na da mmmm na ema,Boom na da mmmm na
ema.
GO..
So fight something da nna ema. Fight something they fight
So fight something da nna ema. Fight something they fight
So fight something da nna ema. No something they fight
Fight something da na ema. Fight something's they fight
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 x3
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Hey, something, sometime, someway, somethingkick on the floor
for me
Something inside will never ever follow
So give me something that is the real, I'll never ever follow ---
get your boogey on x2
Hey, something, somewhere each day, feeling ripped off again now
Why this shit inside now everyone will follow,so give me nothing
just feel
And now the shit will follow
God beats me, he'll never see the lie, he wants to see
God told me, already got the life, oh I see
God beats me, he'll never see the lie, he wants to see
God told me, already got the life, oh I see
Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something took from me
I don't feel your deathly ways
Each day I feel so hollow, inside alwaysbeating me, you'll never
see
So come dance with me, dance with me x 6
God beats me, he'll never see the lie, he wants to see
God told me, already got the life, oh I see
God beats me, he'll never see the lie, he wants to see
God told me, already got the life, got the life x 10
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Come on step inside and your realize tell me what ya need,
tell me what to be
Watch your vision you'll see, what do you expect of me, I can't
live that lie
Hey, I sing mine with a thought that 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 plane let me not give in, free me of your lies
inside my heart dies
Your dreams never had achieved, don't lay that shit on me, let me
live my life
Hey, I sing mine with a thought that 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 x 2
I sing mine with a thought that 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 x 8
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| Ice Cube: | Attention all parents! Report to your local therapist! Report to your local church! Report to your local police department! It's goin' down! |
| Jonathan: | Gazing into my son's eyes, reveals the pain. 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'! (x2) Go! |
| Jonathan: | So sing me! Stop fucking with me! Alright. Stop fucking with me! And the children are born. Stop fucking with me! You picked on me! Stop fucking with me! Alright. Stop fucking with me! You're the children of the Korn. Stop fucking with me! |
| Ice Cube: | Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a
double pump, When your boys turn up at a party with you doubled up. Double rowdy double bout it 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. Insanity! Alright. Insanity! And the children are born. Insanity! You picked on me! Stop fuckin' with me! Alright. Stop fucking with me! We're the children of the Korn. Stop fucking with me! Called a fag all my life Then I got it, so far. It's open day like me. |
| Ice Cube: | Insanity! |
| Jonathan: | Go figure, what's a fag? Now a player baptized and born, and the Children of the Korn. |
| Ice Cube: | Children of the Korn! Since they're 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! (x2) |
| Ice Cube: | All I wanna do is live. (x3) |
| 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. Stop... fuckin'... with... me. BITCH! |
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 like I dreamt 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 patience, 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 a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
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Soul 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...
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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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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: 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?
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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 meek.
Save my ass, I've 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... (x3)
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...
You think you're always right? I will always be the son.
You want to fuck with me? Come on, fucking play!
You can feel it mama beats down!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it mama beats down!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it mama beats down!
Yes, you feel it come, bow down!
Bow down! (x3)
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?! (x12)
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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...
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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, 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 weak.
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, 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 weak.
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.
Gibberish
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
Gibberish
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, 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 weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4)
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| Tre: | Yeah. I should've known it from the start what I was in for. She drank a tin full, she copied, we exchanged some info. Called her on the tele, conversation was sinful, ain't playin' games, my game, retain the tempo. And things, no shame, two sparks turned into flames. Nymphos in the park, just dancin' in the rain. Hook me with this fix, and look to drain my aim, Some never retain what would then suck from your veins. So baby I ask you... |
| Jonathan: | What do you want from me? (x8) You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. |
| Tre: | Breathless, restless from the pain that passed, a shame 'cause the game kept playin' me wrong. Promise not to ever sing a damn love 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. So baby I ask you... |
| Jonathan: | What do you want from me? (x8) You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink 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 of the above. |
| Jonathan: | You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt. You trink ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. |
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)
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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 back onto a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my back onto a tree.
Fieldy:
Gonna tie his back onto 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 I'm a fuck you.
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!
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