Korn - All In The Family lyrics
Featuring fred durst from limp bizkit<br><br>Fred: say what, say what? (x4)<br><br>Jon: my dick is bigger than yours...<br><br>Fred: say what, say what? (x3)<br><br>Jon: my band is bigger than yours...<br><br>Fred: too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', korny motherfucka'.<br>Takin' over flows is the limp pimp, need a bizkit to save this crew from jon<br>Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a<br>Kill, I'm 'a kill. so watcha thinking mr. raggedy man? doin' all you can to<br>Look like raggedy ann.<br><br>Jon: I'll check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. you look like one of<br>Those dancers from the hanson video, you little faggot ho. please give me some<br>Shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your<br>Daddy did.<br><br>Fred: who the fuck you think you're talking to? ? <br><br>Jon: me.<br><br>Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.<br><br>Jon: whatever.<br><br>Fred: all up in my face with that...<br><br>Jon: are you ready? !? <br><br>Fred: but halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. you little fairy, smelling<br>All your flowers. nappy hairy chest, look it's austin powers!<br><br>Jon: yeah, baby!<br><br>Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's<br>No place to hide.<br><br>Jon: what the fuck ya' sayin'? you're a pimp whateva', limp dick. fred durst<br>Needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. wannabe funk doobiest is<br>What you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! plus your bills i'm<br>Paying, you can't eat that shit every day, fred. lay off the bacon.<br><br>Fred: say what, say what? you better watch your fuckin' mouth, jon.<br><br>Chorus:<br>Jon: so you hate me? <br>Fred: and I hate you!<br>Jon: you know what, you know what? <br>Both: it's all in the family.<br><br>Jon: I hate you!<br>Fred: and you hate me!<br>Jon: you know what, you know what? <br>Both: it's all in the family.<br><br>Jon: look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like,<br>Oh shit allright, vanilla ice. ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never<br>Fuck me up, bisc limpkit. at least I got a phat, original band.<br><br>Fred: who's hot, who's not? <br><br>Jon: you.<br><br>Fred: you best step back, korn on the cob, you need a new job. time to take<br>Them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.<br><br>Jon: fuck you.<br><br>Fred: you pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. climbing shoots and ladders,<br>While your ego shatters. but you just can't get away.<br><br>Jon: get a gay? <br><br>Fred: because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Fred: you call yourself a singer? <br><br>Jon: yep.<br><br>Fred: you're more like jerry springer.<br><br>Jon: oh cool!<br><br>Fred: your favorite band is winger,<br><br>Jon: winger? <br><br>Fred: and all you eat is zingers. you're like a fruity pebble, your favorite<br>Flag is rebel.<br><br>Jon: yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!<br><br>Fred: it's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.<br><br>Jon: so you're from jacksonville, kickin' it like buffalo bill. gettin'<br>Butt-fucked by your uncle chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for<br>Your little peanut.<br><br>Fred: wait, where'd ya get that little dance? <br><br>Jon: over here.<br><br>Fred: like them idiots in waco, you're burning up in bako where your father had<br>Your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad,<br>Your mother's now your lover.<br><br>Jon: come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? you love it down<br>South, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Jon: and I love you!<br><br>Fred: and I want you!<br><br>Jon: and I'll suck you!<br><br>Fred: and I'll fuck you!<br><br>Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!<br><br>Fred: and I'll eat you!<br><br>Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.<br><br>Fred: say what? say... what?
