Korn Ball Tongue Lyrics

There you are, alone, with no hope of ever having
something to be proud of, something earned without begging.
Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me.
Who do think you are? What more do you want from me?

(Ball Tongue)
You got the d___s off, I think they'll mind me
(Ball Tongue)
The rag I'm on we are justified
(Ball Tongue)
Congrats you just f___ed up my make-up and s___
(Ball Tongue)
What have you done for me?

Why are you at home, buried in your self-pity?
Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took time with me.
Does it give you the right to expect your life revolves around me?

(Ball Tongue)
You have come to take me from my buddy
(Ball Tongue)
You have never been so funky
(Ball Tongue)
The higgle got sick of me
(Ball Tongue)
Ahh, the d___ is fine for the day
(Ball Tongue)
You're drug addicted from me
(Ball Tongue)
Unidentified enemy
(Ball Tongue)
Come f___ing back to save us and gave up
(Ball Tongue)
They've come to deliver me

You were my brother... Where does our friendship end?
You were my brother... Where does our friendship end?
You were my brother... Where does our friendship end?
You were my... I'm not gonna give in.

How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...
How can you f___ing doubt me? But, not again...

(Ball Tongue)
They've driven right by my friends
(Ball Tongue)
They've taken the take above me
(Ball Tongue)
You're a psychofuck
(Ball Tongue)
They've come to enslave me
(Ball Tongue)
They've jacken themselves on to me
(Ball Tongue)
You're f___ing gangster sign
(Ball Tongue)
They've come not to save them, but they take
(Ball Tongue)
f___in' death to f___in' me!

You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck
You're a psychofuck

Berome's dead at the technodrome
(Ball Tongue)
You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it?
(Ball Tongue)
It doesn't of the rhythm of the d___ monger
(Ball Tongue)
Can I die? Can I die?
(Ball Tongue)
And then, the man kept kicking me
(Ball Tongue)
He gets him on, they're cool
(Ball Tongue)
He wasn't dead, and they knocked him on the head
(Ball Tongue)
No more, he's rid of you
You're a d___!