Korn - My Gift To You Lyrics
Laying by my preciousNot long agoHiding behind the shadowsOf your broken soulWhy is it always you and something you can never have?Why did you you try to tell me?How could you be this wayYour throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain?Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain?Your racing through my vainsCant you feel the pain?Your heart stops beatingCant you feel the painLike orgasmsCant you feel the painI guess your life is deadCant you feel the painThere you are my preciousWith your broken soulForever my crotch take controlWhy is itYou ***** up something you have always hadWhyd you try to tell meHow could you be so cold?Your throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain?Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain?Your racing through my vainsCant you feel the pain?Your heart stops beatingCant you feel the painLike orgasmsCant you feel the painI guess your life is deadCant you feel the painHere I am, just a manFeeling the pain, gives me lifeRelieving us is my planId anything to see through your eyesJust to see through your liesI hate you, can you feel the pain?Cant you feel the pain?I hate you, can you feel the pain?Your throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain?Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain?Your racing through my vainsCant you feel the pain?Your heart stops beatingCant you feel the painLike orgasmsCant you feel the painI guess your life is deadCant you feel the pain=============================Dun nun nunDun nun nunDun dun dunOdelay!My momma talk to meTry to tell me how to liveBut I dont listen to hercuz my head is like a siftMy daddy, he disowned mecuz I wear my sisters clothesHe caught me in the bathroomWith my pair of pantyhoseMy basketball coachHe just kick me off the teamFor wearing high heels sneakersAnd acting like a queenGonna turn my back onto a tree, to a treeGonna die my back into a treeGonna die his back into a treeThe world is coming to an end and I dont give a damnAs long as I have my *****Oh Im a ***** youIt dont bother me, if people think Im funnycuz Im a big rock star, and I make lots of moneyMoney, money, money..Money, ka chingHa, ha, haLots of moneyIm so bloody richLots of moneyLots of mutha*****in moneyI own shopping centres, parking lots, and stars, and all that shitHa, ha, haI own you, ha, you too, you threeFor me, he he, oh ohLets bring it back one more time jonathanJonathan on them drums, getting ever slowerMore groovin, slow that shit downCrazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ahDont give a *****, break it outYou even know, boy george is on heroinWe dont give a *****Rick james is in the crack houseIm *****in paying, thats all that mattersHa, ha, haThe bomb is a *****in in the houseLoco!
