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!
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...
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...
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 thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, who 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
Rumbiddieboo
Rum bum dee dum dee bum diddie doo
ME!
God thanks me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God thanks me, the more I see the life, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
Got the life.
Got... the... life.
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:
Carry into my son's eyes.
Reveals alone
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?
ALL IN THE FAMILY
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?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
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. Lay off the bacon.
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 lick your little dick motherfucker.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?