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Korn - Follow the Leader 1998

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! 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! something on the So...fight! something on the... Fight...some things they fight So...something on the... Fight...some things they fight Fight...something of the... No...some things they fight Fight...something of the... Fight...some things they fight Chorus Part of me... Oh... Got The Life Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kick off the for me. Something, inside. I'll never ever follow. So give me something 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 nothingjust feel. And now this shit will follow. Chorus Version 1 God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see? God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say... God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see? God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say... Chorus Version 2 God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see? God don't mind, I've already got the light, oh I say... God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see? God don't mind, I've already got the light, 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 LIE! Chorus Got the life. Got... the... life. Dead Bodies Everywhere Come on, step inside, and you'll 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. Hey! I'm sick mom Wheres a fight dad?! 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 pain, 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. Hey! I'm sick mom Wheres a fight dad?! 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'm sick mom Wheres a fight dad?! 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! Children Of The Korn 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: 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 more! So 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 made ya. 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, once 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 bitch. 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 hide. 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 gay. 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 gay. 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... ...suck my dick... 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 young. Raped, 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? RAPE! Something... Now! Rips my... Heart! And takes... My! Soul I... Wait Too late... Now! I feel... Hurt! Inside... Dark! 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: 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: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 tootin' 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 Funkdoobiest 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? All in the Family (2) 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: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 tootin' 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 Funkdoobiest 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? 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?! Justin Fuck all that bullshit! You watch me play. I look away. Your lights turn bright. You found the light. Take, off in space. You and I. Take, off in space. You and I. You're gonna die! Wanting me, why? I wish I your strength Inside your soul escapes. Take, off in space. You and I. Take, off in space. You and I. Cry, into me. Hold me... something... alright... The kids that die listening to me. You are alive! Take, off in space. You and I stay.... Take, off in space. You and I. Take, off 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 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 (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 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. 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 weak, something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. Like some god damn fucking freak! 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 Laying by my precious Not long ago Hiding behind the shadows Of your broken soul Why is it always you want something you can never have? Why did you you try to tell me? How could you be this way Your throat, I take grasp Can you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll back Can you feel the pain? Love racing through my veins 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 are my precious With your broken soul Rubbing my crotch, elated Taking control Why is it always You fuck up something you have always had Why'd you try to tell me How could you be so cold? Your throat, I take grasp Can you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll back Can you feel the pain? Love racing through my veins 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 Here I am, just a man Feeling the pain, gives me life Relieving us is my plan I'd do anything to see through your eyes Just to see through your lies I hate you, Can you feel the pain? Can't you feel the pain? I hate you, Can you feel the pain? Your throat, I take grasp Can you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll back Can you feel the pain? Love racing through my veins 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 Earache My Eye (hidden) Dun nun nun Dun nun nun Dun Dun Dun Orale! My Momma talk to me, Try to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her, 'cos my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me, 'cos I wear my sisters clothes He caught me in the bathroom, with a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach, he just kick me off the team For wearing high heels sneakers, and acting like a queen Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie his pecker to a tree Get your boogie off Go Head The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam As long as I have my bitch Oh and my fly gear It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny 'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money Money, money, money... Are you talking pesos? Money, ka ching Ha, ha, ha Lots of money I'm so bloody rich Lots of money Lots of muthafuckin money I get looks Ha, ha, ha I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stocks, and all that shit Ha, ha, ha I own you, ha, you too, you three For me, he he, oh oh Get your groove off 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, aahh, ha, ha, ha The bomb is a fuckin in the house Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo Gimme some

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