Korn, Cheech Marin - Earache My Eye lyrics

I said, "I smoke every now and then"
But, when I really need one, I gotta have one
Just dyin', great tricks yeah, so?
To the six-nine, that was a double deuce
You said some'n about some'n about, "It's on"
See, that's all
What does this thing do? Oh, there it goes
Where you goin'? I'm right here
What you doin'?
I'll do black and white trip? Uh huh
Oh, gotta get 'em X skin on
The black and white yeah
You know what it is? Of course
It's like an in between thing
Oh, I didn't know about this
I'm not Black, I'm not White
Where's, where's the switch?
I'm kind, ya know where's the switch?
Where is what switch?
This, the black and white switch?
Oh, you gotta get fixed up? Right over here
You see, this is dust, it's over here
It's dust
Danny, what up? Is that your lover? Yeah
Really? I love BBQ's
So, now that… the only reason I don't
Barbecue on Wednesdays
Is because he 'cause he fuckin'
Fuckin' falls in the grill!
Little beaner! Hehe! Oh, what was that?
Little' fuckin' tooth
Carlos did it no, hehehe carlos?
Hey, now, he can do it on command?
You know as, know well as you do
You can come whenever you want tacos
I'm the one who gave Taco his name
You know that?
I said, can you believe that? I said, "We
Had that barbecue, " and he goes, "Oh
You wanna go to Taco?"
Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah dah dahn órale
Where he at?

My mama talk-a 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 sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom
With a pair of pantyhose

My basketball coach
He done kick me off the team
For wearin' high heels sneakers
'cause I'm actin' 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)

Getcha boogie on go, Head!

The earth is comin' to an end
And I don't give a damn
As long as I have my bitch, oh I'ma fuck you
It don't bother me if people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rockstar
And I make lots of money
Money, money, money, money
(Are you talkin' pesos?)

Money, ka ching ka ching
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 motherfuckin' money
I get lots

Ha ha ha ha ha ha haha, I own
Shopping centers, and parking
Lots, and stocks, and all that shit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahaha
I own you, ha! You, too! You three!
For me! Hee hee!
Oh oh! Groove on!
Get your groove on! Let’s bring
Down one more time
Jonathan! Jonathan on them drums
Gettin' even slower
More groovin', slow that shit down
Crazy slow, c'mon, 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 a crackhouse
And I’m fuckin' payin'
That’s all that matters! Ahhahahahaah!
The bomb is a-fuckin' in house!
Loco, oh-aah oh gimme some, aah
Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaah ha ha!