KoЯn - My Gift To You (goes into Hidden Track 'Earache My Eye' Ft. Cheech Marin)

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KoЯn - My Gift To You - goes into Hidden Track 'Earache My Eye' Ft. Cheech Marin (Lyrics)

My Gift To You

There you were, my precious, not long ago.
Hidin' behind the shadows of your broken soul.

Why is it always you want something you can never have?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be this way?

Your throat I take grasp.
Then your eyes roll back.
Love racing through my veins.
Your heart stops beating.
Black orgasms.
I kiss your lifeless skin.

There you were, my precious, with your broken soul.
Rubbing my crotch elated, taking control.

Why is it always you fuck up something you've always had?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be so cold?

Your throat I take grasp.
Then your eyes roll back.
Love racing through my veins.
Your heart stops beating.
Black orgasms.
I kiss your lifeless skin.

Here I am, just a man.
Feeling pain, gives me life.
Relieving yours is my plan.
I'd do anything, just to see through your eyes.

Just to see through your eyes. (x8)
Just to see through your...

I hate you! Can't you feel the pain? (x7)
I HATE YOU!

Your throat I take grasp. Can't you feel the pain?
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Yes, you feel the pain.
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasm. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?

Lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain? (x4)

Earache My Eye

Cheech Marin:
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, DUN DUN DUN!

Orale!

My mama's talkin' to me,
try 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,
he done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.

Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree.

Fieldy:
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree.

Get your boogie on.

Go Head.

Cheech Marin:
The earth is coming to an end
and I don't even care.
As long as I have my bitch,
oh and my fly gear.

It don't bother me,
if people think I'm funny.
'Cause I'm a big rock star,
and I'm makin' lots of money!

Money! Money! Money! Money!

Fieldy:
Are you talking pesos?

Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of muthafuckin' money.
I get rich.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that shit!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.

Fieldy:
Groove on.
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, ahh, ha, ha, ha!

The bomb is a fuckin in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!

Cheech Marin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!