Paroles:
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 all in the family
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me
like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice Ya better run, run while ya can,
you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit At least I got a phat, original band
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You
Fred: 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
Jon: Fuck you
Fred: 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
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers You're like a Fruity Pebble, your
favorite flag is rebel
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a faggot on a lower level
Jon: 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 peanut
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here
Fred: 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
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down
south in the fall, you sure do got a purdy mouth
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'
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 all in the family
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me
like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice Ya better run, run while ya can,
you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit At least I got a phat, original band
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You
Fred: 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
Jon: Fuck you
Fred: 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
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers You're like a Fruity Pebble, your
favorite flag is rebel
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a faggot on a lower level
Jon: 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 peanut
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here
Fred: 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
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down
south in the fall, you sure do got a purdy mouth
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'
Fred: Say what? Say what?
