Yellow and orange and Well they taste so good I want to eat 'em And they taste so good I get to need 'em Can-can-can-candy candy Candy corn yellow
[MF Doom] One one Two two, two To get the dough, the Villain'll flow off of Stella D'oro and water go off the head for the slaugter you bet your daughter
Jon: This Town is our town, So mutherfuckin' glam... Jessicka: We all know the chosen toys, Of paddy girls, And pretty boys. Make up that face to win
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
Go! Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Go! Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Go! Da boom na da
Go! Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Go! Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Da boom na da mmm dum na ema Go! Da boom na da mmm dum
I cannot ever find a way to throw these darkened thoughts away Need no place to hide It's thrown in my face everyday, 'cause it's is the price I
Oh I'm gonna see Somehow it always seems, that I'm dreaming of Something I could never be Doesn't matter to me, cause I will always be that pimp I see
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,
Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreamin' of something that I can never be It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that
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
Am I going crazy? Am I going insane and dazed? Am I too lost to face this? And what will it cost to escape? Nothing is right. I am so scared
There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close
Everyone is looking at me. I can't get out of bed. There is evil in my head. Everyone just let me be. Because when I hit the stage. It is gone and
Are you ready for a good pounding baby? (get down) Are you ready to get it on? (get down, get down) Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky baby (get
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid What's my problem today, maybe I depressed Maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my head Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain!
Are you ready?! This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide You don't know the chances. What if I should die?! A place inside my brain, another
