KornAll In The Family

[Fred:] What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet) [Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric's sheet) [Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric's sheet) [Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric's sheet) Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? I say what, say what? My dick is bigger than yours I say what, say what? I say what, say what? I say what, say what? My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my bag You stuck-up sucka', corny motherfucka' Takin' over flows is the Limp Pimp (Pick) Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis I'm gonna drop a little east side skill Ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill So whatcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann I'll check you out punk Yes I know you feel it You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video You little faggot hoe (Say what, say what?) Please give me some shit to work with 'cuz right now I'm all it kid Suck my dick kid, like your daddy did Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me) I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you (Whatever) All up in my face with that (Are you ready?) But halitosis is all you're rockin' steady You little fairy Smelling all your flowers Nappy hairy chest Look, it's Austin Powers (Oh yeah, baby) I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod But you said it best, "There's no place to hide" What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva' Limp dick Fred Durst needs to rehearse Needs to reverse what he's saying (Say what, say what?) Wannabe funk Joke is what you're playin' Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin' Plus your bills I'm paying You can't eat that shit every day, Fred Lay off the bacon (Say what, say what) (You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon) So you hate me and I hate you You know what, you know what? It's all in the family I hate you and you hate me You know what? It's all in the family Look at you fool I'm gonna fuck you up twice (oh you woos) Throwin' rhymes at me like Oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice Ya better run, run while ya can (Say what?) Can never fuck me up Bisc Limpkit (Say what?) At least I got a phat original band Who's hot, who's not? (You) You best step back Korn on the cob You need a new job Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (fuck you) You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye Climbing shoots and ladders while your ego shatters But you just can't get away (Get a gay?) 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday So I hate you and you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (Oh yeah, oh yeah, you got it) I hate you and you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family You call yourself a singer? (Yep) You're more like Jerry Springer (Oh cool) Your favourite band is Winger (Winger?) And all you eat is Zingers You're like a Fruity Pebble Your favorite flag is rebel (Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!) It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level So you're from Jacksonville Kickin' it like Buffalo Bill Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck While your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut Wait, where'd ya get that little dance? (Over here) Like them idiots in Waco You're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother Your mother had your brother It's just too bad your father's mad Your mother's now your lover Come on hillbilly Can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south And boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth I hate you and you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (Yeah, you got it, you got it) And I hate you and you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (You got it, you got it) And I love you And I want you And I'll suck you And I'll fuck you And I'll butt-fuck you And I'll eat you And I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka' Say what? Say, what? What? Say what?
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