Children Of The Korn by Korn
Artist: Korn
Album: N/A
Korn N/A Children Of The Korn
Ice Cube:
Attention all parents! Report to your local therapist! Report to your local
church! Report to your loacl police department! It's goin' down!
church! Report to your loacl 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.
fucking liked it.
Ice Cube:
We ain't takin' no mo'! Go!
Jonathan:
So sing me, I, I, I
Ice 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.
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 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.
turn up at a party with you doubled up. Double ridie, double party, hardcore,
teenage, 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.
Jonathan:
So sing me, I, I, I
Ice 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.
of the Korn.
Cos a bag of my
life Then I got it, so far. It's open day like me. Insanity Go figure, what's 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.<BR
Author: Korn