Korn - Follow the Leader Album Lyrics

Its On
Freak On A Leash
Got The Life
Dead Bodies Everywhere
Children Of The KoRn
B.B.K
Pretty
All In The Family
Reclaim My Place
Justin
Seed
Cameltosis
My Gift To You
Earache My Eye

Its On

Come on!
Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
Now see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
Once I cave in, what can I fight?
I can never win, my self I don't like,
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
This time. This... time.
For me, inside. Put me inside.
Hold me, this time. Put me inside.
Come on!
It's on!

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Writer: JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU, BRIAN WELCH, JAMES SHAFFER, DAVID SILVERIA
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Freak On A Leash

Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap f*ck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free

[Chorus]

(take it over here baby pop)

Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema

GO!
So...fight! something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
So...something on the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
No...some things they fight
Fight...something of the... dum na ema
Fight...some things they fight

[Chorus]

Part of me...
Oh...

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Writer: BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
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Got The Life

Hate, something, sometime, someway
Something kick off the front floor
Mine, something inside I'll never ever follow
So give me something
That is for real, I'll never ever follow

Get your boogie on
Get your boogie on

Hate, something, somewhere, each day
Feeling ripped off again now
Why? This shit inside, now everyone will follow
So give me nothing, just feel
And now this shit will follow

God paged me
"You'll never see the life", who wants to see?
God told me
I've already got the life, oh, I say

God paged me
"You'll never see the life", who wants to see?
God told me
I've already got the life, oh, I say

Each day I can feel it swallow
Inside something they took from me
I don't wanna feel your deathly ways
Each day I feel so hollow
Inside I was beating me
You will never see, so come dance with me

Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Me

God paged me
"You'll never see the life", who wants to see?
God told me
I've already got the life, oh, I say

God paged me
"You'll never see the life", who wants to see?
God told me
I've already got the life, got the life

Got the life, got the life
Got the life, got the life
Got the life, got the life
Got the life, got the life

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Writer: Jonathan Howsman Davis, Reginald Arvizu, Brian Welch, James Shaffer, David Silveria
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Dead Bodies Everywhere

Come on, step inside, and you will realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I cant live that lie.

[Chorus:]
Hey!
I've sick mom,
With a f*cked dad.
Dealing with your life.
Dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.

Let me strip the plain, let me not give in.
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies.
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.

[Chorus]

You want me to be, something I can never ever be! [x2]

[Chorus]

Dead bodies everywhere! [x8]

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Writer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN SHAFFER, JONATHAN DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU
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Children Of The KoRn

[Ice Cube:]
Attention all parents!
Report to your local therapist!
Report to your local church!
Report to your local police department!
It's goin' down!

[Jonathan:]
Glaring into my sons eyes.
Reveals a void
I felt her in the day.

[Ice Cube:]
Insanity.

[Jonathan:]
It was all about the pussy, if you can get it.
A little girl like me never f*cking liked it.

[Ice Cube:]
We ain't takin' no mo'! Go!

[Jonathan:]
So sing me, I, I

[Ice Cube:]
I'm not f*cking around
Stop f*cking with me

[Jonathan:]
And the children are born.
Your feeling through me, I, I
You're the children of the Korn.

[Ice Cube:]
Droppin' smoke in the alley, makin' noise with a
double pump,
Bring your boys turn up at a party with you
doubled up.
Double ridie, double party, hardcore, teenage,
f*ckin' bitches major.
Catch me if you can, f*ck 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 nigga what

[Jonathan:]
So sing me, I, I

[Ice Cube:]
I'm not f*cking around
Stop f*cking with me

[Jonathan:]
And the children are born.
Your feeling through me, I, I
We're the children of the Korn.
Cos a bag of my life
Then I got it, so far.
It's open day like me. Insanity
Go figure, once a fag
Now a player
baptised and born,
and the Children of the Korn.

[Ice Cube:]
Children of the Korn!
I'm the first born!
F*ck 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.

[Jonathan:]
Look and see, I feel the parents hating me.

[Ice Cube:]
Hurt me. You hurt me.

[Jonathan:]
Why don't you step outside and feel me?

[Ice Cube:]
Feel me! Feel me! Feel me!
How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to
date,
how to f*ck, 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.
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.

[Jonathan:]
All I wanna do is live!

[Ice Cube:]
All I wanna do is live.

[Jonathan:]
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do...
All... I... want... to... do... is live.

[Ice Cube:]
Insanity.
Stop f*ckin' with me.
Insanity.

[Ice Cube:]
Stop... f*ckin'... with... me.
BITCH!

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B.B.K

So you've seen I've gotten this far.
Please give me some place to rage.
I'm not trying to go there, so take me away.
Life sometimes pisses me off.
It's never a good trip for me
Every time I reach for love, it's taken away.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
There's nothing wrong wanting to be loved.
Is there something wrong with me?
For once in my life I'd like to be really set free.
Let me be me.
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
(Take... take) Take me away.
(Take... take) Taken away.
Take me away.
Taken... away.
Something I get, I got to get home
Run, run, run, run, run, run running home
Where is my home...
Night! So I play.
Give me a sign this is day.
Give me some patience, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?
Night! So I play.
Give me the sign this is day.
Give me some guidance, so I pray.
It's time to die. Is that what I want?

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Pretty

So... so love.
Wait, but I don't realize.
Small, white legs
Broke, the pain between her thighs
I see your pretty face,
Smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Skin... so cold.
Could, could someone steal a life?
Save... the blame.
Wait, I got some shit to say.
I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for?
RAPE! Something...
NOW! Rips my...
HEART! And takes...
MY! Soul I...
WAIT! Too late...
NOW! I feel...
RAPED! Inside...
TAKE! My soul away....
Away....
I see your pretty face,
smashed against the bathroom floor!
What a disgrace!
Who do I feel sorry for?
Smashed and raped!
Not again. This is a real crime.
What a pretty face.
Who do I feel sorry for...

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All In The Family

Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My dick is bigger than yours)
Ooh, I say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)

Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny motherf*cker (hoo)
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp (dick)
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill (ooh)
Ya best step back 'cause I'mma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann

Check you out, punk, yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what?)
You little faggot ho', please give me some shit to work with
'Cause right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick, kid
Like your daddy did

Who the f*ck you think you're talking to? (Me)
I'm known for eating little whiny chumps like you (whatever)
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?"
But halitosis is all you're rocking steady
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers (aw, yeah, baby)
I hear ya tweeting on them fag-pipes, clod
But you said it best, there's No Place to Hide

What the f*ck ya saying?
You're a pimp whatever, Limp dick
Fred Durst needs to rehearse
Needs to reverse what he's saying (say what, say what?)
Wanna be Funkdoobiest when you're playing
Ripping up a bad counterfeit, faking (ooh, ooh)
Plus your bills I'm paying
You can't eat that shit every day, Fred
Lay off the bacon (say what, say what?)
You better watch your f*cking mouth, Jon

So, you hate me
And I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (yeah)
I hate you
And you hate me
You know what?
It's all in the family

Look at you, fool, I'm gonna f*ck you up twice
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit, alright, Vanilla Ice
Ya better run, run while ya can (say what?)
Can never f*ck me up Bisc Limpkit (say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. Original band

Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay)
You need a new job (ha)
Time to take them mic skills
Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (f*ck you)
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye
Climbing Shoots And Ladders, while your ego shatters
But you just can't get away (kinda gay)
Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday

So, I hate you
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (yeah, yeah, you got it)
I hate you
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (yeah, yeah)

You call yourself a singer? (Yup)
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool)
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger?)
And all you eat is Zingers
You're like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is rebel (eeh-haw)
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level

So you're from Jacksonville
Kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-f*cked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your little peanut (oh, yeah?)

Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here)
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nuh-uh)
It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover

Come on hillbilly
Can your horse do a f*cking wheelie?
You love it down south and boy
You sure do got a purdy mouth (oh, yeah?)

I hate you
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (yeah, you got it, you got it)
And I hate you (yeah)
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (you got it, you got it)

And I love you
And I want you
And I'll suck you
And I'll f*ck you
And I'll butt-f*ck you
And I'll eat you
And I'll lick your little dick, motherf*cker (say what, say what?)
(What? Say What?)

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Reclaim My Place

What the f*ck?!

I'm so dumb, therefore I can't relate.
I'm so dumb, there is nothing to hate.
Really is it me, or is it fate?
Give me peace, or at least for f*ck's sake.

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.

In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was weak.
Sang my ass off, got into this band,
Never thought the band would pick on the man.

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.

Reclaim my place...

Say it to my face.

So I look around at all these stupid little faces.
Something I can never slap, but I embrace.
You'll never ever see, you'll never ever be,
You want to f*ck around? Then come on, f*ck with me.

You think you can't relate?
You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate?
Look at me and you will find
My fate you always raped?
I will always be the son.
You want to f*ck with me?
Come on, f*cking play!

You can feel it now or be stoned!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it now or be stoned
Yes, you feel it come, bow down!

Bow down!

Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never play.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.

What the f*ck?! So... What the f*ck?!

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Justin

F*ck all that bullshit!
You watch me play.
I look away.
Your lights turn bright.
You found the light.
Take, up in space.
You and I.
Take, up in space.
You and I.

You're gonna die!
What made me whine?
I wish I hadn't drank.
Inside your soul escapes.

Take, up in space.
You and I.
Take, up in space.
You and I.

Cry, into me.
Hold me something alright
The kids that die listening to me.
You are alive!

Take, up in space.
You and I stay
Take, up in space.
You and I.
Take, up in space.
You and I.

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Seed

Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd stay.
I feel so lost within - pressured, I'm headed for that day.
Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn f*cking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak,
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.

I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame.

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn f*cking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.

I feel the rattle...

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.

I feel the rattle...

Every time, god damn, I look at my son (seed), I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn f*cking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.

Like some god damn f*cking freak!

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Cameltosis

[Tre:]
Yeah.

I should have known it from the start what I was in for.
She break a tin full,
she copied, we exchanged some info.
Called her on the tele, conversations were simple,
ain't playin' games, my game, retain the tempo.
And things, no shame, two sparks turned into flames,
Nimpho's in the park, just dancin' in the rain.
Hook me with this fix, and look to drain my aim,
Some never retain what wouldn't suck from your veins.

[Tre:] So baby I ask you...
[Jonathan:] What do you want from me?

[Jonathan:]
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.

[Tre:]
Rest us, rest us from the pain, if I ask.
Ashamed cos a game keep playin' me wrong.
Promise not to ever sing a damn 'nother song,
Until I realize who the f*ck I am.

A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.

[Tre:] So baby I ask you...
[Jonathan:] What do you want from me?

[Jonathan:]
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.

[Tre:]
Ahh yeah.

She's the epitomy of sweet misery,
The sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There's an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin' like a glove, with abstract relations,
Testin' all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, f*ckin' with my love,
F*ckin' with my life, f*ckin' all the above.

[Jonathan:]
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.

[Jonathan:]
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, c*nt
You trick ass slut, love twice and you'll get f*cked.

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Writer: JONATHAN DAVIS, REGINALD ARVIZU, BRIAN WELCH, JAMES SHAFFER, DAVID SILVERIA, TRE VANT HARDSON
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My Gift To You

There you are my precious
Not long ago
Hiding behind the shadows
Of your broken soul
Why is it always you want something you can never have?
Why did you you try to tell me?
How could you be this way

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain

There you are my precious
With your broken soul
Rubbing my crotch, elated
Taking control
Why is it always
You f*ck up something you have always had
Why'd you try to tell me
How could you be so cold?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain

Here I am, just a man
Feeling the pain, gives me life
Relieving us is my plan
I'd do anything to see through your eyes
Just to see through your lies

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Can't you feel the pain?

I hate you, Can you feel the pain?

Your throat, I take grasp
Can you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back
Can you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins
Can't you feel the pain?
Your heart stops beating
Can't you feel the pain
Black orgasms
Can't you feel the pain
I kiss your lifeless skin
Can't you feel the pain

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Earache My Eye

[Cheech Marin:]
Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun

Orale! (O-ra-le)

My Momma talk to me,
Try to tell me how to live

But I don't listen to her,
'cos my head is like a sieve

My daddy, he disowned me,
'cos I wear my sisters clothes

He caught me in the bathroom,
with a pair of pantyhose

My basketball coach,
he just kick me off the team

For wearing high heels sneakers,
and acting like a queen

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree

Get your boogie off

Go Head

The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam

As long as I have my bitch
Oh I'm a f*ck you

It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money...

Are you talking petsos?

Money, ka ching

Ha, ha, ha

Lots of money

I'm so bloody rich

Lots of money
Lots of muthaf*ckin money
I get looks

Ha, ha, ha

I own shopping centres, parking lots,
and stocks, and all that shit

Ha, ha, ha

I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh

Get your groove off
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 f*ck, break it out
You even know, Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a f*ck
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm f*ckin paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha

The bomb is a f*ckin in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some

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Follow the Leader (stylized as FOLLOW The LEADEЯ) is the third studio album by American nu metal band Korn. This was their first album not produced by Ross Robinson. Instead, it was produced by Steve Thompson and Toby Wright.

The album peaked at number one on four national charts, including the US Billboard 200 with 268,000 units sold in its first week of release, Follow the Leader is the band's most commercially-successful album, being certified five-times Platinum by the RIAA.

Its singles, "Got the Life" and "Freak on a Leash", both charted on more than three charts, and their music videos are considered to be the first music videos retired from MTV, most notably the MTV show Total Request Live. The album generally received positive reviews by critics and sold around 14 million copies worldwide. Korn was praised by AllMusic saying the album is "an effective follow-up to their first two alt-metal landmarks."

The Family Values Tour promoted the album, along with its five singles. The song "Freak on a Leash" was nominated for nine MTV Video Music Awards, and won for the Best Rock Video award, as well as Best Editing. The music video for "Freak on a Leash" won Best Short Form Music Video at the 2000 Grammy Awards.

Performed By: Korn
Genre(s): Nu metal, alternative metal
Producer(s): Steve Thompson, Toby Wright, Korn
Length: 70:08
Released: August 18th, 1998
Year: 1998

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