Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Korn
Korn
Künstler:in
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Rap
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Stimme und Gesang
Head
Head
Gitarre
David
David
Schlagzeug
Justin Walden
Justin Walden
Programmierung
Fieldy
Fieldy
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brian Welch
Brian Welch
Songwriter:in
David Silveria
David Silveria
Songwriter:in
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter:in
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter:in
Reginald Arvizu
Reginald Arvizu
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Korn
Korn
Produzent:in
Steve Thompson
Steve Thompson
Produzent:in
Toby Wright
Toby Wright
Produzent:in
John Ewing, Jr.
John Ewing, Jr.
Ingenieurassistent:in
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mischtechniker:in
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Attention all parents! Report to your local therapist Report to your local church Report to your local Police Department It's going down Glaring into my son's eyes reveals a pain I felt her in the day (it's Saturday) It was all about the pussy If you can get it A little girl like me never fucking liked it Uh, we ain't taking no more We ain't taking no more, go So save me! I, I! And the children are born! You feel it through me! I, I! You're the children of the Korn! Dropping smoke in the alley, making noise with the double pump Bring your boys to the party, we can double up Double rowdy, double 'bout it, hardcore teenager Fucking bitches major! Catch me if you can Fuck the law with my dick in my hand We coming rough, generation triple X We all about the weed smoke and the kinky sex Nigga, what? So save me! I, I! And the children are born! You feel it through me! I, I! You're the children of the Korn! Called a fag all my life Then I got it so fine It's so pretty like me Go figure, once a fag Now a player Baptized and born I'm the children of the Korn! (Children of the Korn!) Children of the Korn I'm the first born Fuck authority! Hit your ass in the head with my .40 You gon' see more of me After school, you better run to your car Class clown already know I'm a star The children of the Korn was born From your porn ass, twisted ass ways Now you look amazed I'm sitting in a daze in a purple haze You better check my pulse 'cause nothing seems to phase Biatch! Look and see, I feel the parents hating me Why don't you step outside and feel me? How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date? How to fuck, how to kiss, who to love, who to diss? How to live, what it is, something got to give Parents or the kids, it won't be the kids It won't be the kids We're talking shit 'cause life is a bitch You know it is Everybody's trying to get rich, goddamn! All I wanna do is live! All I wanna do is live!) All I wanna do is live! (All I wanna do is live, all I wanna do is live, yeah) All I wanna do is live! (All I wanna do is live, all I wanna do is live) (Shit, all I wanna do is live) All I want to do (insanity) All I want to do (stop fucking with me, insanity) All I want to do is live (Stop fucking with me, bitch!)
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Reginald Arvizu, David Randall Silveria, Jonathan Howsman Davis, James Christian Shaffer, Brian Philip Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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