Earache my eye
by KoЯn
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Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun
Orale!
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 and my fly gear
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 pesos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I´m so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin 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 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 fuckin paying, that´s all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some,
Dun nun nun
Dun Dun Dun
Orale!
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 and my fly gear
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 pesos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
I´m so bloody rich
Lots of money
Lots of muthafuckin 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 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 fuckin paying, that´s all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
Gimme some,