KornEarache My Eye

My Momma talk up to me Tried 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 You don't kick me off the team For wearing high heels sneakers 'Cause I'm 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 world is coming to an end and I don't even care As long as I have my bitch Oh and my flight gear It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny 'Cause I'm a big rock star, and I'm mak'n' lots of money ...Money ...Money ...Money (Are you talking Pesos?) ...Money Money Kaching Kaching Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha Lots of money Lots of money Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich) Lots of money Lots of motherfuck'n' money I get looks Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha I own shopping centers And parking lots And stocks, and all that shit Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha I own you...Ha...You too ...You three...For me He...He...Oh...Oh Get your groove on Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower More groov'n' Slow that shit down crazy slow...Come on...Death...Right here...Slow...Come on Don't give a fuck Back it out Even though Boy George is on heroin We don't give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house I'm fuck'n' pay'n', and that's all that matters Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha The firm...Is a fuck'n' in the house Come on! Gimme some... Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha
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