Korn (KoЯn) je nu metalová hudební skupina z kalifornského Bakersfieldu. Hrají nu metal, který je směsí metalu a rapu, hrají podobnou hudbu jako Limp Bizkit (kteří byli skupinou Korn objeveni), Staind a Incubus. Od roku 1994, kdy byl vydán debut...

Píseň: Ball Tongue

Interpret:
Korn
Album:
KoЯn
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person,
A person close to me
Who do you think you are?
What more do you want from me?


Ball Tongue
You got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me
Ball Tongue
The rag I'm on, we are justified
Ball Tongue
Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
Ball Tongue
What have you done for me?


Why are you at home buried in your own self pity?
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person
The person that took time with me
Does it give you the right
To expect your life revolves around me?


Ball Tongue
You have come to take from your buddy
Ball Tongue
You have never been so funky
Ball Tongue
The higgle got sick of me
Ball Tongue
Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
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Your brother took it from me
Ball Tongue
Unidetified enemy
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Come fucking back to save us and gave up
Ball Tongue
They've come to deliver me


You were my brother, Where does our friendship end?


I'm not going to give in


How can you fuck'n doubt me, but not again


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They've driven right by my friends
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They've taken the take above me
Ball Tongue
You're a psycho monkey
Ball Tongue
They've come to enslave me
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They've jacken themselves onto me
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Your fuck'n gangster signs
Ball Tongue
They've come not to save them, but they take
Ball Tongue
Fuck'n death to fuck'n me


You're a psychopath


Ball Tongue
Berome died at the technodrome
Ball Tongue
You're right, he's dead
Tear gas dropped, but who was it?
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It dosen't of the rhythm of the damn monger
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Can I die? Can I die?
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And then, the man kept kick'n me
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Ino the morgue, they go
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He wasn't dead
And then they knocked him on the head
Ball Tongue
No more, he's rid of you.
You're a Dyke