Follow The Leader 18/08/1998

.:: Original Text ::.

13-It's On 

14- Freak on a Leash 
15-Got the Life 
16-Dead Bodies Everywhere 
17-Children of the Korn 
18-B.B.K. 
19-Pretty 
25-All in the Family 
26-Reclaim My Place 
27-Justin 
28-Seed 
29-Cameltosis 
30-My Gift To You 
31-Earache My Eye 

Come on! 

Save some for me, it's what I like. 
I wanna play, you know it's time. 
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling. 

Come on! 
It's on! 

Now see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside. 
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time. 

Once I cave in, what can I fight? 
I can never win, my self I don't like, 
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like. 
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling. 

Come on! 
It's on! 

You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside. 
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time. 

This time. This... time. 
For me, inside. Put me inside. 
Hold me, this time. Put me inside. 

Come on! 
It's on!

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me. 

Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain. 

Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace


Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me. 

Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free


Chorus 

Boom na da mmm dum na ema 
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema 

GO! something on the 

So...fight! something on the... 

Fight...some things they fight 
So...something on the... 
Fight...some things they fight 
Fight...something of the... 
No...some things they fight 
Fight...something of the... 
Fight...some things they fight 

Chorus 

Part of me...
Oh...

Hate, something, sometime, someway, something kick off the for me.
Something, inside.
I'll never ever follow.
So give me something that is for real.
I'll never ever follow. 

Get your boogie on... 

Hate, something, someway, each day, dealing with no forgiveness.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give me nothingjust feel.
And now this shit will follow. 

Chorus Version 1 

God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say...
God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God told me, I've already got the light, oh I say... 

Chorus Version 2 

God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God don't mind, I've already got the light, oh I say...
God begs me, the more I see the light, who wants to see?
God don't mind, I've already got the light, oh I say... 

Each day I can feel it swallow, inside something they took from me.
I don't feel your deathly ways.
Each day i feel so hollow, inside I was beating me,
You will never see, so come dance with me. 

Dance with me
Rumbiddieboo
Rum bum dee dum dee bum diddie doo
LIE! 

Chorus 

Got the life. 

Got... the... life.

.:: Children of the Korn  ::.

You came into my life without a single thing.
I gave in to your ways, which left me with nothing.
I've given in to smiles, I fell for all your games.
I wish so bad right now, I hadn't let you win.

Won't you get the fuck out of my face? Now!

In the sea of life, you're just a minnow,
Live your life insecure.
Feel the pain of your needless as they shit into my mind.

I scream without the sound, how could you take away
Everything that I was - made me a fuckin' slave.
Your face that I despise, your heart inside that's grey 
I came today to say - you're a fucked in every way

Won't you get the fuck out of my face? Now!

In the sea of life, you're just a minnow,
Live your life insecure.
Feel the pain of your needless as they shit into my mind.

You stole my life
Without a sigh
You suck me dry

Won't you get the fuck out of my face? Now!

In the sea of life, you're just a minnow,
Live your life insecure.
Feel the pain of your needless as they shit into my mind.

You stole my life
Without a sigh
You suck me dry

So... so young.
Raped, but I don't realize.

Small white legs, broke, 
the pain between her thighs 

I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for? 

Skin... so cold.
How, could someone steal a life?
Takes the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say. 

I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for? 

Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for? 

RAPE! Something... Now!
Rips my... Heart!
And takes... My!
Soul I... Wait
Too late... Now!
I feel... Hurt!
Inside... Dark!
My soul away.... 

Away.... 

I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for? 

Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...

Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? 

Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi... 

Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk. 

Jon: Whatever nigga... 

Fred: Say what, say what? 

Jon: My dick is bigger than yours... 

Fred: Say what, say what? 

Jon: My band is bigger than yours... 

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann. 

Jon:Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did. 

Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to?? 

Jon: Me. 

Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you. 

Jon: Whatever. 

Fred: All up in my face with that... 

Jon: Are you ready?!? 

Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! 

Jon: Yeah, baby! 

Fred: I hear ya tootin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. 

Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon. 

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon. 

CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. 

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. 

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never 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, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill. 

Jon: Fuck you. 

Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away. 

Jon: Get a gay? 

Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday. 

CHORUS 

Fred: You call yourself a singer? 

Jon: Yep. 

Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer. 

Jon: Oh cool! 

Fred: Your favorite band is winger, 

Jon: Winger? 

Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel. 

Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!! 

Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level. 

Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut. 

Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance? 

Jon: Over here. 

Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako 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. 

Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth. 

CHORUS 

Jon: and I love you! 

Fred: and I want you! 

Jon: and I'll suck you! 

Fred: and I'll fuck you! 

Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you! 

Fred: and I'll eat you! 

Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker. 

Fred: Say what? Say... what? 

All in the Family (2) 

Fred: Say what, say what? 

Jon: My dick is bigger than yours... 

Fred: Say what, say what? 

Jon: My band is bigger than yours... 

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann. 

Jon:Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did. 

Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to?? 

Jon: Me. 

Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you. 

Jon: Whatever. 

Fred: All up in my face with that... 

Jon: Are you ready?!? 

Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! 

Jon: Yeah, baby! 

Fred: I hear ya tootin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. 

Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon. 

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon. 

CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. 

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. 

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never 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, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill. 

Jon: Fuck you. 

Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away. 

Jon: Get a gay? 

Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday. 

CHORUS 

Fred: You call yourself a singer? 

Jon: Yep. 

Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer. 

Jon: Oh cool! 

Fred: Your favorite band is winger, 

Jon: Winger? 

Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel. 

Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!! 

Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level. 

Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut. 

Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance? 

Jon: Over here. 

Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako 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. 

Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth. 

CHORUS 

Jon: and I love you! 

Fred: and I want you! 

Jon: and I'll suck you! 

Fred: and I'll fuck you! 

Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you! 

Fred: and I'll eat you! 

Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker. 

Fred: Say what? Say... what? 

What the fuck?! 

I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate.
I'm so dumb, there is nothing to hate.
Really is it me, or is it fate?
Give me peace, or at least for fuck's sake. 

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place. 

In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was weak.
Save my ass, I got into this band,
Never thought the band would pick on the man. 

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place. 

Reclaim my place... 

Say it to my face. 

So I look around at all these stupid little faces.
Something I can never slap, but I embrace.
You'll never ever see, you'll never ever be,
You want to fuck around? Then come on, fuck with me. 

You think you can't relate?
You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate?
Look at me and you will find
My fate you always raped?
I will always be the son.
You want to fuck with me?
Come on, fucking play! 

You can feel it now or be stoned!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, bow down! 

Bow down! 

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place. 

What the fuck?! So... What the fuck?!

Fuck all that bullshit! 

You watch me play.
I look away.
Your lights turn bright.
You found the light. 

Take, off in space. You and I.
Take, off in space. You and I. 

You're gonna die!
Wanting me, why?
I wish I your strength
Inside your soul escapes. 

Take, off in space. You and I.
Take, off in space. You and I. 

Cry, into me.
Hold me... something... alright...
The kids that die listening to me. 

You are alive! 

Take, off in space. You and I stay....
Take, off in space. You and I.
Take, off in space. You and I. 

I...

Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, I'm headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame? 

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. 

I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame. 

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. 

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine. 

I feel the rattle... 

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine. 

I feel the rattle... 

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.


Like some god damn fucking freak!

Tre:
Yeah. 

I should have known it from the start what I was in for.
She break a tin full,
she copied, we exchanged some info.
Called her on the tele, conversations were simple,
ain't playin' games, my game, retain the tempo.
And things, no shame, two sparks turned into flames,
Nimpho's in the park, just dancin' in the rain.
Hook me with this fix, and look to drain my aim,
Some never retain what wouldn't suck from your veins. 

Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me? 

Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. 

Tre:
Rest us, rest us from the pain, if I ask.
Ashamed cos a game keep playin' me wrong.
Promise not to ever sing a damn 'nother song,
Until I realize who the fuck I am. 

A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link. 

Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me? 

Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. 

Tre:
Ahh yeah. 

She's the epitomy of sweet misery,
The sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There's an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin' like a glove, with abstract relations,
Testin' all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, fuckin' with my love,
Fuckin' with my life, fuckin' all the above. 

Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked. 

Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get fucked.

Laying by my precious 
Not long ago 
Hiding behind the shadows 
Of your broken soul 
Why is it always you want 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? 
Love racing through my veins 
Can't you feel the pain? 
Your heart stops beating 
Can't you feel the pain 
Black orgasms 
Can't you feel the pain 
I kiss your lifeless skin 
Can't you feel the pain 

There you are my precious 
With your broken soul 
Rubbing my crotch, elated 
Taking control 
Why is it always 
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? 
Love racing through my veins 
Can't you feel the pain? 
Your heart stops beating 
Can't you feel the pain 
Black orgasms 
Can't you feel the pain 
I kiss your lifeless skin 
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 do 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? 
Love racing through my veins 
Can't you feel the pain? 
Your heart stops beating 
Can't you feel the pain 
Black orgasms 
Can't you feel the pain 
I kiss your lifeless skin 
Can't you feel the pain

Dun nun nun 
Dun nun nun 
Dun Dun Dun 

Orale! 

My Momma talk to me, 
Try to tell me how to live 

But I don't listen to her, 
'cos my head is like a sieve 

My daddy, he disowned me, 
'cos I wear my sisters clothes 

He caught me in the bathroom, 
with a pair of pantyhose 

My basketball coach, 
he just kick me off the team 

For wearing high heels sneakers, 
and acting like a queen 

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree 
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree 
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree 

Get your boogie off 

Go Head 

The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam 

As long as I have my bitch 
Oh and my fly gear 

It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny 
'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money 
Money, money, money... 

Are you talking pesos? 

Money, ka ching 

Ha, ha, ha 

Lots of money 

I'm so bloody rich 

Lots of money 
Lots of muthafuckin money 
I get looks 

Ha, ha, ha 

I own shopping centres, parking lots, 
and stocks, and all that shit 

Ha, ha, ha 

I own you, ha, you too, you three 
For me, he he, oh oh 

Get your groove off 
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, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha 

The bomb is a fuckin in the house 
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo 
Gimme some.