or
Korn

Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, dun dun dun

My mama's talkin' to me
Try 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 sisters 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
And 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 earth is coming to an end
And I don't give a damn
As long as I have my bitch
Oh and my fly gear

It don't bother me
If people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rock star
And I'm makin' lots of money

Money! money! money! money

Are you talking pesos?

Money, ka-ching! ka-ching

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Lots of money(x3)
I'm so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin' money
I get rich

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I own shopping centers, and parking lots
And stars, and all that shit

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I own you! ha! you too! you three
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh

Get your groove on
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 f****n' paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!

The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco! ooooh ahhh oooo
Gimme some

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Written by MARIN, RICHARD / CHONG, THOMAS / DELORME, GAYE JAMES JOSEPH
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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