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STINK FINGER

I see your face.
And thinkin' I've been there before.
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pen next door.
Another sticker. My aroma, stick that nose up in the air.
Is that the excuse you use to ruin me?

I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Back and back punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Yeah, right. Right.

Yo J, drop that one.

Your existance means less now than it probably ever has before.
You got your head up your ass. Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh...
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb. You amuse me idiot.
All bent outta shape, cause I piss on your gate.

I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Back and back punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere.
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Right. Right.

And ya' don't stop, and we won't stop. That's right.
And ya' can't stop, no. Cause you jus', just won't stop.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position man.
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it.
Put yourself in my position MAAAAN!
Let's take it to tha' curb. Put yourself in my position maaaan!
Oh, take it to tha' curb. Put yourself in my position man, punk!
How you wanna take it to tha' curb, ahh! You wanna take it to tha' curb! Wait,
ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position maaaaan.

Your gone. Break, break, break it, don't stop.
Got it. Stinky, Stinky Finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't.

INDIGO FLOW

Yo, what up. Got Christian and Dino in tha' house.
Fear Factory action ta' kick off this new joint here for my... homies.

Separatin' tha' true breeds. My friends and my family.
Had tha' vision when tha' bounds, now it's blowin' up.
Props to tha' field dog, with the funk through tha' campaign. Gold records and champaign.
Everlast for tha' tour on St. Patty's. Chino, man we had a blast with your Deftones.
Rock that microphone daily. Props to tha' miestro, Ross your an angel.
Hey DJ, wanna play that song? Lethal, we love ya' like a brother.
Wanna take a trip to tha' Flip-side?
Jordon, nothin' more I can say except your walkin' hand in hand with tha' profet.
Danny, ya' took us to tha' fat man. Harry, Tylor, props for tha' golden introduction.
We're comin' from tha' town of tha' unknown. Jacksonville's on tha' map.
Look us up. Raisin' eyebrows with tha' Jaguars kid. Better watch out.
Line 'em up Cheetah. (Indigo) Yo Richard, Rob, and Chuck (Indigo) hook it up.
When I walk out on stage, all headaches go away. Got tha' back from tha' sickest road crew.
Chris and Bobby for stickin' to us. Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinkin'.
Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay, to tha' Funk Doobie'. Thanks for showin' up.
All my brothers in Korn, I love you. Dad and Mamma, I'm comin' home.
Word out to my girl Sage, Shawn, Teddie Swoze. Indigo Ranch alive with tha' vibe.
Grun Dig, Danny at tha' Milk Bar, Terry Parker you know what's up. (Indigo)
Dialed into tha' planet. And God, I LOVE YOOOU!!

LEECH

Oooh, yeah!

Tell me why ya' came. Tell me why your here.
Tell me why your voice is always ringin' in my ear.
Ya' wanna be tha' man hangin' with my crew? Who the hell are you through?
I see your always at my shows, always with my bro's,
Always findin' places where I think nobody goes.
I can't seem to shake you from this, so then I might have to break you from this.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!

Oh, get it straight.

Can't you take a hint. Thought you had a friend. It's such a shame that your comin' around again.
And I'd really love to take you out like Chuck Norris.
Instead I'd kick him with tha' vocal, slap him with tha' chorus.
Man, I really shouldn't have to beg. The big mistake was when your mom and daddy hit tha' bed.
Ahh, you seem to not get tha' picture. So I'll frame this script and it gripped ya'.
CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME BE YOU LEECH!

Stop stickin' around [x3]
[click, click] Bleeeeeaaaaaahhh!!

You need to stop stickin' around! [x3]

Leech.

EVERYTHING

I'm so ... fustrated
Somebody's been making me...
So sick inside...
Oh, Go with your heart, go with your heart
Yeah, right
You're telling me
I'm just not good enough for you
Let's change, lets be something we're not
And become what everybody else is
Aw, so much builds up inside.
It's fucking rediculous
I don't know how I should
Freak the fuck out on you
I just sit back and relax
Cuz you want more
You don't have anything
And me
I have everything
Yeah, I have everything What more could I ask for
Nothing at all....
Don't run and hide
Don't you keep it inside no more x2
Don't you run and hide x2
Why does it have to be this way at the end?

StinkyCheese80@cs.com

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