Korn - My Gift to You
Laying by my precious
Not long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you and something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can’t you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can’t you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can’t you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can’t you feel the pain
There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Forever my crotch take control
Why is it
You fuck up something you have always had
Why’d you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can’t you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can’t you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can’t you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can’t you feel the pain
Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I’d anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies
I hate you, can you feel the pain?
Can’t you feel the pain?
I hate you, can you feel the pain?
Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Your racing through my vains
Can’t you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can’t you feel the pain
Like orgasms
Can’t you feel the pain
I guess your life is dead
Can’t you feel the pain
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Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun dun dun
Odelay!
My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live
But I don’t listen to her
’cuz my head is like a sift
My daddy, he disowned me
’cuz I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom
With my pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach
He just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers
And acting like a queen
Gonna turn my back onto a tree, to a tree
Gonna die my back into a tree
Gonna die his back into a tree
The world is coming to an end and I don’t give a damn
As long as I have my bitch
Oh I’m a fuck you
It don’t bother me, if people think I’m funny
’cuz I’m a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money..
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I’m so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin money
I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stars, and all that shit
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh
Let’s bring it back one more time jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
More groovin, slow that shit down
Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don’t give a fuck, break it out
You even know, boy george is on heroin
We don’t give a fuck
Rick james is in the crack house
I’m fuckin paying, that’s all that matters
Ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco!