Korn lyrics
Korn lyrics
"All In The Family lyrics"
Black Is White lyrics
All I want is a little sign to tell my left from right, before the ground beneath me sets it's sights. All I need is a reference guide to tell the day from the night 'cause Black is white. The sky is red. That mean ol' world's been messin' with my head. Down is up to the upside down, is that what's being said? The deep blue sun's been trippin' on the dead. Time spits stakes in a yellow line from which no man will ever rise, 'cause Black is white. The sky is red. I drag my sense of reason to the shed. No place to hide
All I want is a little sign to tell my left from right, before the ground beneath me sets it's sights. All I need is a reference guide to tell the day from the night 'cause Black is white. The sky is red. That mean ol' world's been messin' with my head. Down is up to the upside down, is that what's being said? The deep blue sun's been trippin' on the dead. Time spits stakes in a yellow line from which no man will ever rise, 'cause Black is white. The sky is red. I drag my sense of reason to the shed. No place to hide
[Fred:] What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[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 t
Adore You lyrics
Music & Lyrics: Alexander Sklyankin You - my only chosen one You - my honey dream come true You - my fate, you - my sun You - my joys, you - my woes Go away, leave me, forget me, erase me Come back, save me, be with me, love me I adore you baby Please don't break my fragile heart I never forget you baby Come and be forever mine I love your sky-blue eyes I love your sweetness soul I love your tender mind I so much love you all Go away, leave me, forget me, erase me Come back, save me, be with m
hink you're talking to?? Music & Lyrics: Alexander Sklyankin You - my only chosen one You - my honey dream come true You - my fate, you - my sun You - my joys, you - my woes Go away, leave me, forget me, erase me Come back, save me, be with me, love me I adore you baby Please don't break my fragile heart I never forget you baby Come and be forever mine I love your sky-blue eyes I love your sweetness soul I love your tender mind I so much love you all Go away, leave me, forget me, erase me Come back, save me, be with m
[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
Ambition lyrics
I'm the kind of girl I want that whole wide world Nothing more nothing less I don't want second best Ah but my associates Why they're no more than opiates Always dragging me down Dash my hopes to the ground But they must be kidding Or wishful thinking Adding fuel to the fire Of my ambition I'll make a date Oh no I won't be late And why of course he'll be there He'll promise he'll sweur But all I ever find Been spun that same old line It's happened time and time again before Bu
hate me!I'm the kind of girl I want that whole wide world Nothing more nothing less I don't want second best Ah but my associates Why they're no more than opiates Always dragging me down Dash my hopes to the ground But they must be kidding Or wishful thinking Adding fuel to the fire Of my ambition I'll make a date Oh no I won't be late And why of course he'll be there He'll promise he'll sweur But all I ever find Been spun that same old line It's happened time and time again before Bu
[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
Wolves, Lower lyrics
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught. Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out. Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door. In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves. House in order. House in order. House in order. House in order. Down there they're rounding a posse to ride. (repeat verse) Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught. Suspicion yourself, suspicion ourselves, suspicion myself. Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door. In a corner garden, wilder l
Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel. Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught. Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out. Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door. In a corner garden, wilder lower wolves. House in order. House in order. House in order. House in order. Down there they're rounding a posse to ride. (repeat verse) Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught. Suspicion yourself, suspicion ourselves, suspicion myself. Wilder lower wolves. Here's a house to put wolves out the door. In a corner garden, wilder l
[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?