Fred:
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Say what? Say what?
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Say what? Say what?
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Say what? Say what?
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John:
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My dick is bigger than yours, ohh.
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Fred:
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A say what? Say what?
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A say what? Say what?
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A say what? Say what?
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John:
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My band is better than yours.
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Fred:
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Too bad I got your beans in my bag
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You stuck-up suck up Korny muthafucker
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Takin' overflows is the Limp pimp
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Need a Bizkit to save this crew from John Davis
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I'm gonna drop a little east side skill
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You best step back 'cause I'm a kill, I'm a kill.
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So whatcha thinkin' Mr. Raggedy man?
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Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
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John:
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I'll check you out punk, yes I know you feel it
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You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot hoe.
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Please give me some shit to work with
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'Cause right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
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Fred: Who the fuck you think your talkin' to?
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John: You.
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Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
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John: Whatever.
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Fred: All up in my face with that...
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John: Are you ready?!?
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Fred: But halitosis is all your steady
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You little fairy, smellin' on your flowers
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Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers.
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John: Ah yeah, baby!
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Fred: I hear you tweetin' on them fag pipes Clyde
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What you said the best, there's No Place To Hide.
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John:
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What the fuck you sayin'? Your a pimp whatever, limp dick.
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Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin'
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Wannabe funk joke is what your playin'
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Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'!
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Plus your bills I'm payin'!
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You can't eat that shit everyday, Fred.
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Lay off the bacon.
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Fred: Say what? Say what?
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You better watch your fuckin' mouth, John.
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Fred: So you hate me!
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John: And I hate you!
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Fred: You know what? You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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John: I hate you!
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Fred: And you hate me!
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Fred: You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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John:
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Look at you, fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice
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Throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice
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You better run run while you can
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You'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit
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At least I got a phat original band.
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Fred: Who's hot?
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John: Me.
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Fred: Who's not?
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John: You.
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Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob
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You need a new job
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Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist & buy yourself a new grill.
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You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye
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Climbin' Shoots & Ladders, while your ego shatters
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But you just can't get away.
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Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
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John: So I hate you!
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Fred: And you hate me!
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Fred: You know what? You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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John: I hate you!
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Fred: And you hate me!
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Fred: You know what? You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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Fred: You call yourself a singer?
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John: Yep.
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Fred: Your more like Jerry Springer.
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John: Oh cool!
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Fred: Your favorite band is Winger.
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John: Winger?
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Fred: And all you eat is zingers.
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Your like a Fruity Pebble
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Your favorite flag is rebel
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It's just too bad that your a faggot on a lower level.
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John: So your from Jacksonville kickin' it like Buffalo Bill
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Gettin' but fucked by your uncle Chuck
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While your sister's on her knees waitin' for your little grape nut.
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Fred: Wait. Where'd you get that little dance?
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John: Over here!
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Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, your burnin' up in Bako
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Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother.
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John: Nah!
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Fred: It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.
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John: Come on hillbilly! Can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
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You love it down south & boy you sure do got a pretty mouth.
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John: I hate you!
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Fred: And you hate me!
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Fred: You know what? You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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John: And I hate you!
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Fred: And you hate me!
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Fred: You know what? You know what?
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Both: It's All In The Family.
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John: And I love you!
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Fred: And I want you!
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John: And I'll suck you!
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Fred: And I'll fuck you!
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John: And I'll but fuck you!
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Fred: And I'll eat you!
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John: And I'll lick your little dick muthafucker.
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