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Attention all parents Report to your local therapist Report to your local church Report to your local police department, it's goin' down Carry into my son's eyes, reveals alone I felt her in the day, insanity It was all about the pussy if you finger it A little girl like me never fucking liked it We ain't takin' no mo', We ain't takin' no mo', go So, sing me (Stop fucking with me) Alright (Stop fucking with me) And the children are born (Stop fucking with me) You're feeling through me (Stop fucking with me) (Stop fucking with me) Alright (Stop fucking with me) You're the children of the Korn (Stop fucking with me, yeah) Droppin' smoke in the alley Makin' noise with a double pump Bring your boys turn up at a party With you doubled up Double rowdy, 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, nigger what? So, sing me (Yeah, insanity) Alright (Insanity) And the children are born You're feeling through me (Stop fucking with me) (Stop fucking with me) I, I, I (Stop fucking with me) We're the children of the Korn (Stop fucking with me) Called a fag all my life Then I got it so far It's so pretty like me (Insanity) Go figure, what's a fag? Now a player Baptized and born And 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 car 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 Look and see, I feel the parents hating me (Hurt me, you hurt me) Why don't you step outside and feel me? (Outside, 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, somethin' gotta give Parents or the kids, it won't be the kids What? It won't be the kids, what? We're talking shit, 'cause life is a 'bitch You know it is, everybody tryin' to get rich, God damn 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 fuckin' with me, bitch
Writer(s): Tanja Frinta, Marc Melia Sobrevias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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