Come on!
Saved 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.
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.
Come on! It's on!
You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
This time. This... time.
For me, inside. Put me inside.
Hold me, this time. Put me inside.
IT'S ON!
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.
Can't they chill and let me be free?
Can't I take away all this pain.
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.
You and I were meant to be.
Archie fought for me to lay.
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.
Gibberish
GO!
Archie fought for my to lay.
Part of me... (x3)
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.
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.
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...
Got the life. (x8)
Got... the... life.
Come on Step inside
And you'll realize
Tell me what you need
Tell me what to be
What's your vision you see?
What do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie
Hey I see mom with our father
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 lies
Inside my heart dies
Your dreams never achieved
Don't lay that shit on me
Let me live my life
Why you make me feel like no-one
I...
you want me to be something I can never ever be
You want me to be something I can never ever be
Featuring Ice Cube
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 fuckin' with me!
Alright. Stop fuckin' with me!
And the children are born. Stop fuckin' with me!
You picked on me! Stop fuckin' with me!
You're the children of the Korn. Stop fuckin' with me!
Ice Cube:Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a double pump.
Bring your boys to the party, we can double up.
Double rowdy double bout it hardcore, teenager, 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.
Nigger what?
Jonathan:So sing me! Insanity!
Alright. Insanity!
And the children are born. Insanity!
We're the children of the Korn. Stop fuckin' with me!
Called a fag all 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.
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.
Stop fuckin' with me.
Insanity.
Ice Cube:Stop... fuckin'... with... me.
BITCH!
So you see 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?
For once in my life I'd like to be really set free.
Let me be me.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
Take me away.
Take it away.
Takin' it... away.
t's time to die. Is that what I want?
Give me the sign this is day.
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.
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
WAIT, something NOW rips my HEART, and takes MY soul.
I WAIT too late. NOW I feel HURT inside. TAKE my soul away....
Away....
Who do I feel sorry for...
Featuring Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit
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 doobiest 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: 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 little grape 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: 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?
What the fuck?!
I'm so numb, 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 release for fuck's sake.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never played.
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.
Sang my ass off, got into this band.
Never thought the band would pick on the man.
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 relate? You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate? Look at me and you will find.
You think your always right? I will always be the sound.
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, bow down!
Bow down! (x3)
What the fuck?! (x12)
Fuck all that bullshit!
You watch me play.
I look away.
Your light's too bright.
You found a light.
Take up in space, you and I.
You're gonna die!
Wanna meet me, why?
I wish I had the strength.
Inside my soul escapes.
Cry, into me.
Give me something... alright...
The kids that die listening to me.
You are alive!
Take up in space, you and I stay....
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.
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4)
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.
Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me?(x8)
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
You trick 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.
Tre:So baby I ask you...
Jonathan:You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
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 never love a cunt.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love a cunt.
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 orgasm. 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?
How could you be so cold?
Yes, I 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!
Yes, you feel the pain.
Lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Featuring Cheech Marin Additional vocals by Reggie "Fieldy Snuts" Arvizu
Additional vocals by Reggie "Fieldy Snuts" Arvizu
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.
I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that shit!
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!
