Korn
Children Of The Korn lyrics
Songwriters: Welch, Brian; Davis, Jonathan; Silveria, David; Arvizu, Reginald; Jackson, O'shea; Shaffer, James
Attention all parents!
Report to your local therapist!
Report to your local church!
Report to your local police department!
It's go’n' down!
Glaring into my sons eyes
Reveals a pain
I felt during the day
Insanity
It was all about the pussy
If you can get it
A little girl like me never fucking liked it
We ain't tak’n' no more!
We ain't tak’n' no more!
Go!
So save me…Hey…Hey
(Stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me)
And the children are born
(Stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me)
You picked on me…Hey…Hey
(Stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me)
You're the children of the Korn
(Stop fucking with me)
Drop this smoke in the alley, mak’n' noise with the double pump
Bring your boys to the party, we can double up
Double riddie, double pound these hardcore teenage…Fuck’n' bitches major
Catch me if you can
Fuck the law with my dick in my hand
We com’n' from Generation Triple-X; we all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex
Nigger…Fuck
So save me…Hey…Hey
(Yeah)
(Insanity)
(Insanity)
And the children are born
(Stop fucking with me)
You picked on me…Hey…Hey
(Stop fucking with me)
(Stop fucking with me)
We're the children of the Korn
(Stop fucking with me)
Clothed, unpack my life
Then I’ve got it so fine
It's open day like me
(Insanity)
Go figure, what a fag
Now a player
Baptized and born
I’m the Children of the Korn
Children of the Korn!
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, 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 the daze, in a purple haze
You better check my pulse, 'cause noth’n' seems to faze
Bitch!
Noth’n' seems to faze
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn
Noth’n' seems to faze
Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn
Look and see, I feel the parents hating me
(Hurt me. You hurt me)
Why don't you step outside and feel me?
(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, someth’n' 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’s try’n' to get rich. Goddamn!
All I wanna do is live. All I wanna do is live
All I wanna do is live!
(All I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live)
All I wanna do is live!
(All I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live)
(All I wanna do is live)
All…I…Want…To…Do…
(Insanity)
All…I…Want…To…Do…
(Insanity)
All…I…Want…To…Do…Is live
Stop…Fuck’n'…With…Me…Bitch!
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