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Korn
- All in the Family Say what, say what?(x4) My d*ck is bigger than yours... Say what, say what? (x3) My band is bigger than yours... Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka' Korny motherf*cka'. 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 I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill So watcha thinking 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 sh*t to work with 'cuz right now I'm a big kid s*ck my d*ck kid like your daddy did Who the f*ck 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! (Oh Yeah, baby!) I hear ya tootin' on them fagpipes clad But you said it best there's No Place To Hide What the f*ck 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 aren't payin you can't eat that sh*t everyday, Fred (Lay off the bacon) Say what, say what? You better watch your f*ckin' mouth, Jon 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 It's all in the family Look at you fool I'm gonna f*ck you up twice throwin' rhymes at me like oh sh*t alright, Vanilla Ice Ya better run, run while ya can you'll never f*ck 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 (F*ck 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 So I hate you! And you hate me! You know what, you know what? It's all in the family I hate you! And you hate me! You know what, you knwo what? It's all in the family 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 faggot on a lower level So you're from Jacksonville kickin' it like Buffalo Bill Gettin' butt-fu*ked by your uncle Chuck while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your little peanut Wait, 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 it's just too bad your father's mad your mother's now your lover Come on hillbilly can your horse do a f*ckin' wheelie? You love it down south in the fall you sure do got a purdy mouth I hate you! And you hate me! You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (you got it, you got it) And I hate you! And you hate me! You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (you got it, you got it) And I love you! And I want you! And I'll s*ck you! And I'll f*ck you! And I'll butt-f*ck you! And I'll eat you! And I'll lick your little d*ck, motherf*cka' Say what? Say... what? |
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