KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My d___ is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f___er (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (d___) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
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__got ho.
Please give me some s___ to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my d___ 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__ 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 d___, 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 s___ 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 s___ alright! 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 skills 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__ and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting b___-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 suck you!
Fred: And I'll f___ you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f___ you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty p____, mother f___er.
Fred: Say what? Say...what?

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