Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka`, Korny
motherfucka`. Takin` over foes is the Limp pimp, 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 watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin` all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon: 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 ho.
Please give me some shit to wreck with, `cuz right now I`m all wicked,
suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you`re talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I`m known for eatin` little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you`re rockin` steady. You little fairy,
smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it`s Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tootin` on them bagpipes clad, but you said it best,
there`s No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya` sayin`? You`re a pimp whateva`, limp dick. Fred
Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he`s saying. Wanna be
funkdoobiest when you`re playin`, rippin` up a bad counterfeit,
fakin`! Plus your bills I`m
paying, you can`t eat that shit every day, Fred.
Jon: Lay off the bacon
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin` mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It`s al Send " Change" Ringtone to your Cell