Korn - Earache My Eye

I said, "I smoke every now and then" But when I really need one I gotta have one Just dying, great tricks Yeah, so? To the 6.9, that was a double deuce You said something about, "It's on" You see? That's all What does this thing do? Oh there it goes Where are you going? I'm right here What are you doing? I'll do black and white trip Aha? Oh, gotta get 'em X skin on the black and white (yeah of course) You know what it is? It's like an in between thing Like, I'm not black, I'm not white (where, where is, where is the switch?) I'm kind, you know Where is the switch? Where is what switch? Where's the black and white switch? Oh you gotta get it fixed up? Right over here You see, this is dust, everything here is dust Danny What up? Is that your lover? Yeah Really? I love BBQs So now that The only reason I barbeque on 'em on Wednesdays Is because he fuckin', fuckin' falls in the grill Little beaner What was that? Little fuckin' tooth Carlos did it! Carlos? Hey now, you can do it on command? You know as well as you do you can come whenever you want Tacos I'm the one who gave Taco his name You know that? I said, you believe that, I said, "We had that barbeque" And he goes, "Oh, you wanna go to Taco?" Órale My mama's talkin' to me Tryin' to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her 'cause my head is like a sieve My daddy he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach He done kick me off the team For wearing high heel sneakers 'cause I'm acting like a queen Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree (Gonna tie his pecker to a tree) Get your boogie on Go, Head The world is coming to an end and I don't give a damn As long as I have my bitch, oh and my flight gear It don't bother me If people think I'm funny 'Cause I'm a big rockstar And I'm makin' lots of money Money, money, money, money (are you talkin' pesos?) Money, ka-ching Ka-ching Lots of money Lots of money Lots of money I'm so bloody rich Lots of money Lots of motherfuckin' money I get rich I own shopping centers and parking lots And stocks and all that shit I own you You too You three For me Get your groove on Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, gettin' even slower More groovin' Slow that shit down crazy slow Come on, death Right here Slow 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 a crackhouse I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters The bomb is a fuckin' in house Loco Give me some