Korn

Released: October 11, 1994

Songwriter: Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu David Silveria James “Munky” Shaffer Brian “Head” Welch Jonathan Davis Korn

Producer: Ross Robinson

[Intro]
Life is within my body
All right go
Four I just said (Four) you faggot piece of shit on the ground
Four?
Four?
Oh
Hey what are you talking about, Ross?
Hey, the song starts like (guitar and vocalization)
Hey, are you saying so there's no clicks?
Hey, we are recording now
Start
Just fucking do it, dammit!
I get "Twist," I wish we could put "Twist" on the fucking tape
Want to hear it?
Stupid
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Go!
Okay
You piece of shit

[Verse 1]
Anger inside builds within my body
Why'd you hit me?
What have I done?
You tried to hit me!

[Chorus]
Swing at me again if you like
Throw your hate at me with all your might
Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me
Tell me I'm a pussy, and you're harder than me
What's with you boy, think hard
A tattooed body to hide who you are
Scared, to be honest, be yourself
A cowardly man!

[Verse 2]
I don't run around
Trying to be what's not within me
Look into my eyes, I am free
You're just a wannabe!

[Chorus]
Swing at me again, if you like
Throw your hate at me, with all your might
Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me
Tell me I'm a pussy, and you're harder than me
What's with you boy, think hard
A tattooed body to hide who you are
Scared, to be honest, be yourself
A cowardly man!

[Bridge]
To come out...

Hit me, clown, because I'm not from your town now
Hit me, clown
Hit me, clown, because I'm not from your town now
Hit me, clown
Hit me, clown, because I'm not from your town now
Hit me, clown
Hit me, clown, because I'm not from your town now
Hit me, clown
Clown you ain't shit! Turn around!
And get your face split!
Clown you ain't shit! Turn around!
And get your face split!
Clown you ain't shit! Turn around!
And get your face split!
Clown you ain't shit! Turn around!
And get your face split!

[Chorus]
Swing if you like
Throw your hate at me, with all your might
Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me
Tell me I'm a pussy, and you're harder than me
What's with you boy, think hard
A tattooed body to hide who you are
Scared, to be honest, be yourself
A cowardly man!

[Outro]
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little
I'm just a fucking little

Bakersfield friends James “Munky” Shaffer, Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu and David Silveria formed the funk-rock band LAPD in 1989 and moved to Los Angeles with another friend Brian “Head” Welch as their roadie. Later, with Welch as second guitarist, the band named themselves Creep and recorded a demo with pal Ross Robinson.

However, when Shaffer and Welch visited family in Bakersfield, they met Jonathan Davis who added a darker, goth-tinged edge to the band’s heavy groove. Robinson

The band wasn’t dark yet; it had, like, killer grooves and good riffs, but there was some happy edge to it. And when (Davis) walked into the room, it went dark and goth. Basically, during the first song, to audition in the rehearsal room, he started freaking the hell out [laughs]. You couldn’t hear his voice, but you felt chills all over your body, and it was instantly like, “Oh my God, yeah – he’s the one.”

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