Korn - All in the Family (Sowing the Beats mix) lyrics

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Jonathan: My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (aha) You stuck up s**er, KoЯny mother f**er (ooh) Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis I'm gonna drop a little East Side sk** (ooh) So you best step back, 'cause I'ma k**, I'ma k** So what you thinking. Mr. Raggedy Man? Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what) You little f*ggot ho Please give me some sh** to work with 'Cause right now, I'm all it, kid s** my dick, kid Like your daddy did Fred: Who the f** you think you talkin' to? I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever) All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!" When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady You little fairy, smelling on your flowers Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby) I hear you tokin' on them f*g pipes clod, but you said it best "There's no place to hide." Jonathan: What the f** you saying? You're a pimp - whatever Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse Needs to reverse, what he's sayin' (Say what, say what) Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin' Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin' Plus your bills I'm payin' You can't eat that sh** every day, Fred Lay off the bacon Fred: Say what, say what? You better your f**in' mouth Jon Jon: So you hate me! Fred: And I hate you! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family I hate you! Fred: You hate me! Jon: You know what, it's all in the family Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f** you up twice Throwing rhymes at me like, oh sh** all right! Vanilla Ice! You better run, run while you can Can never f** me up, Bitz Climpkit At least I got a phat original band Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You) You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay) You need a new job (ha) Tryin' to take 'em mic sk**s back to the dentist And buy yourself a new drill (f** 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?) Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday Jon: So I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family Fred: 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 (zingers?) You're like a fruity pebble Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!) It's just too bad that you're a f*g and on a lower level Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill Getting bu*t-f**ed by your uncle Chuck While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f**in' nut (oh yeah) Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here) Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh) Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh) It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f**in' wheelie? You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth Jonathan: I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family And I hate you! Fred: And you hate me! Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family Jonathan: And I love you! Fred: And I want you! Jonathan: And I'll s** you! Fred: And I'll f** you! Jonathan: And I'll bu*t f** you! Fred: And I'll eat you! Jonathan: And I'll lick your little dick, motherf**er Fred: Say what? Say...what?