REQ:koRn lyrics
Pedro Caldeira da Silva
Poison267
Follow The Leader
All In The Family
Too bad I got your beans in my bag
Stuck-up sucka, corny mothafucka
Taken ova foes is the limp, pimp
Need the Bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis
I wanna drop a little east side skill
You best step back cuz I'ma kill... I'ma kill
So what you thinkin' mister raggady man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggady Anne
Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video... you little faget
How... please give me some shit to work with
Cuz right now I'm all wicked
Suck my dick kid
Like your daddy did
Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to?
I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you (whatever)
All up in my face with that, "ARE YOU READY"
But halatosis is all you're rockin'... steady
You lived a ferry, smellin' all the flowers
Snappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers
I hear you're chewin' on the bagpipes clyde
But you said it best, "There's No Place To Hide"
What the fuck you sayin'?
You're a pimp, whateva... limp dick
Fred just needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin'
You can't use that shit everyday Fred
Say what, say what... you better watch your fuckin' mouth Jon
So you hate me, and I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family
(Yeah)
I hate you, and you hate me
You know what?
It's all in the family
Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up... twice
Throwing rhymes at me like... oh sure right... Vanilla Ice
You better run run while you can
Can never fuck me up Biz-limp-kit
At least I got a phat original band
Who's hot, who's not
You best step back, Korn on the cob
You need a new job
Tryin' to take the mic skillz
Back to the dentist to buy yourself a new grill
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye
Climbin' shoots and ladders while your ego shatters
But you just can't get away
Because it's dooms day kid... it's dooms day
So I hate you, and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family
I hate you, and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family
You call yourself a singer?
You're more like Jerry Springer
Your favourite band is Winger
And all you eat is zingers
You're like a fruity pebble
Your favourite flag is rebel
It's just too bad that you're a faget on a lower level
So you're from Jacksonville
Kickin' it like Buffalo Bill
Gettin' butt fucked by your Uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your little peanut
Hey... where'd you get that little dance?
Like the idiots in Waco, you're burnin' up in lako
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
C'mon help Billy
Can you horse to a fuckin' willy
You love it down south in the fall
You certainly got a party mouth
I hate you, and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family
I hate you, and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family
And I love you
And I want you
And I'll suck you
And I'll fuck you
And I'll butt fuck you
And I'll eat you
And I'll lick your little dick mothafucka
Say what?
Say what?
Poison267 aka Candi
Poison267
Life Is Peachy
A.d.i.d.a.s.
Bone that I see, some how
It always seems that I'm dreaming
Of something I can never be,
It doesn't mind me
'Cause I will always be that pimp that I see
In all of my fantasies
I don't know your fucking name, so what let's...
Screwing will be
The only way that I can truly be free
From my
Screwed-up reality
So I dream
And stroke it,
Cause is open to see
My face staring back at me
I don't know your fucking name, so what, let's fuck
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking
All day I dream about fucking
All day I dream about sex yes
All day I dream about sex and
All day I dream about sex yes
All day I dream about sex and
All day I dream about sex yes
All day I dream about sex and
All day I dream about sex yes
All day I dream about sex and
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking
All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking.
Poison267 aka Candi
clareto...@yahoo.com
>Korn
>Life Is Peachy
>
>A.d.i.d.a.s.
>
>Bone that I see, some how
>It always seems that I'm dreaming
>Of something I can never be,
>It doesn't mind me
>'Cause I will always be that pimp that I see
>In all of my fantasies
If you like Korn you're probably
not going to go for Bing Crosby
or much of anything by Shirley Temple.
No recipe for Korn but I've got a delicious
one from Kurt Cobain title "Smells like
Butternut Squash, Apple and Pear Soup"
if anybody wants it.
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[Before riding the bicycle]
Etta: Do you know what you're doing?
Butch: Theoretically.
Bobaquipa
Follow The Leader
All In The Family
Say what?
Say what?
Korn
Life Is Peachy
A.d.i.d.a.s.
Bone that I see, some how
It always seems that I'm dreaming
Of something I can never be,
It doesn't mind me
'Cause I will always be that pimp that I see
In all of my fantasies
I don't know your fucking name, so what let's...