Oh, sometimes I get to feel. . .
"MR. ROGERS"
"NO PLACE TO HIDE"
Ha Ha HaI see your faces and I do not understand whyEach time I dream you standing there,right by my sideWhy do you make me,you take my prideand in my eyes you kinda rape me,insideI have no place to run and hideI have no place to hide which I likeSome look at the time,I looked back into my lifeYou want to touch me to see what's in my eyeswhy do you make me remember all the hate all its shameDon't you hate me,sometimes?ChorusI have no place to run,so come on follow meI don't know where to run,so come follow meI have no place to run...which I likeChorus"WICKED"
Yo Chuck,we got runnin mixes,gimme the headphones...WickedHa Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked styleand you know that i'm from the wicked crew,you act like you knewbut I got everybody jumping to the voodooYou kickin wicked rhymes,picket signs,while me and my mob got a trunk fullof 9'sDrop then i'll slay ya,bang,bang,birthday for the a-holeReady to Buck Buck Buck but it's a must to Duck Duck DuckBefore I bust yaLooking for the one that did ityou want my vote,no you're never gonna get itCause i'm the one with the tight mad skillsAnd I won't coke like the Buffalo Bills,sittin at the pad just chillin'Larry Parker just got 2 million,oh what a fucking feelingthat nigger done past me the peel,and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'NealWicked,Wreakinbaby,i'll rock that tassle baby,take it...cos i'm'Cause I get Wicked,somebody outta keep on the volumeYes I wicked,somebody outta keep on the volumeYes I Wicked,somebody keep on the volumeBut now i'm in your face,so you'll keep on the volumeDon't say nothing just listenGot me,got me a plan to break Tyson out of prisonyou going my way you get servedstill got a deuce then I bunny hop the curbnappy head,nappy chest,nappy chin,never seen with a happy gringot a fat frown cause i'm down,so take a look aroundall you see is big black boots,steppin,use a steal toe as a weaponand it's awfully quiet,you want to live with this nigger,to with a stickAh,but that's nasty,cause I got a body count like Ice-Tfrom here to New York I get them skins,and I ain't talkin about porkyou're sly,you pig,digListen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasionAh,who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson PicketBut ya talkin...ChorusPeople wanna know how come I get a gatand i'm sitting at the window like Malcomready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boysDecember 19th was power to the people,ya'll might just see a sequal'Cause police not equal,hey,a horse is a pig that don't fly straightI'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams,i'm down with the pilgramsI'm threw with the pig,so I think the job is dead,get out...Chorus"A.D.I.D.A.S
Honestly,somehow it always seems that i'm dreamin' of something that I can never beIT doesn't bother me,'cause I will always be that pimp that I seeIn all of my fantasiesI don't know your fucking name,So what lets...Screaming to be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked uprealitiesso I turn and stroke it harder,'cause its so fun to see my face staring back at meI don't know your fucking nameSo what,lets fuckAll day I dream about sexAll day I dream about fuckingChorus"LOWRIDER"
This is CacoShhhhiiiitttAll my friends,drive a lowriderand the lowrider is a little lowerTake a little trip,take a little trip,take a little trip with meShit...awww Shit,awwww shhhiiitt,awwww...yup..."A** ITCH"
hate writing sh*t, it's so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
I hate writing sh*t, it's so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
Feelings in my heart
I'm in way too far
Can't it won't go away
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
I hate writing sh*t
Ain't looking forward to it
What's f**ked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I gotta let this song inside me...free...
Set me free
It just set me free
It just set me free
Before long my song is dying
That's why I died, this lie, I try
""KILL YOU"
Living life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts occur
Yell at me, again I'm wrong
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories fill my heart, they bury
me
All I wanna do
You are not my real mother
Is kill you
should I beat and stab and f**k her
Looking back I was never ever right
You were my step-mom who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walking' in and I'd say hello, but you slap me and you make some f**ked up comment about my clothes,
Then I tried to let it pass, but the visions in my head, were with you with a knife up your ass, laying dead
So I popped some more caps in you a**
I'm not you're son and social fun
Motherf**king b*tch, never tried to play me
You made my life not so good
All I wanna do...is kill you
Chorus
Wish you were dead now
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved... 
Korn Music
