There you are my precious from long ago Your throat, I take grasp (Can you feel the pain?) There you were my precious with your broken soul Your throat, I take grasp (Can you feel the pain?) Here I am, just a man Your throat, I take grasp (Can you feel the pain?) I
said, "I smoke.... ever now and then" Oralay! My momma talk to me My basketball coach, he just kick me off the team [?] The Earth is coming to an end and I don't even care Money, ka ching, ka ching Lots of money, lots of money, lots of money I own shopping centres, parking lots and stars and all that shit I own you, ha, you too, you three The bomb is a fuckin' in the house Give me slow Lyrics taken from /lyrics/k/korn/my_gift_to_you.html |