All In The Family lyrics

Say what, say what? (x4)

My dick is bigger than yours...

Say what, say what? (x3)

My band is better than yours...

Too bad I got your beans in my bag,
you stuck-up sucka`, Korny motherfucka`.
Takin` over flows is the Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I`m gonna drop a little east side skill,
ya best step back `cuz Im`a kill,
Im`a kill.
So watcha thinkin Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin` all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.

Check you out punk,
yes I know you feel it.
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you little faggot ho.
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!

Yeah, baby!

I hear ya tweetin` on them fag-pipes clad,
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.
Wannabe fuck doobiest 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.

CHORUS:
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, you know what?
It`s all in the family.

Look at you fool,
I`m gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin` rhymes at me like,
oh shit, like Vanilla Ice. Ya better run,
run while ya can, can never fuck me up,
Bisc Limpkit. 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.

CHORUS

You call yourself a singer?

Yep.

You`re more like Jerry Springer.

Oh cool!

Your favorite 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 little grape nut.

Hey, 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,

Nah!
it`s just too bad your father`s mad,
your mother`s now your lover.

Come on hillbilly,
can your horse do a fuckin` wheely?
You`ve been livin` down south, and boy,
you sure got a purdy mouth.

CHORUS

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, motha.... fuckaaaaa`.

Fred : Say what? Say... what?
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