Fred: say what, say what? (x4)

Jon: my d___ is bigger than yours...

Fred: say what, say what? (x3)

Jon: my band is bigger than yours...

Fred: too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka, korny m_________a.
Takin over flows is the limp pimp, need a bizkit to save this crew from jon
Davis. Im gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back cuz Im a
Kill, Im a kill. so watcha thinking mr. raggedy man? doin all you can to
Look like raggedy ann.

Jon: Ill check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. you look like one of
Those dancers from the hanson video, you little f__got ho. please give me some
s___ to work with, cuz right now Im all it kid, suck my d___ kid, like your
Daddy did.

Fred: who the f___ you think youre talking to? ?

Jon: me.

Fred: Im 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 youre rockin steady. you little fairy, smelling
All your flowers. nappy hairy chest, look its austin powers!

Jon: yeah, baby!

Fred: I hear ya tweetin on them f__-pipes clod, but you said it best, theres
No place to hide.

Jon: what the f___ ya sayin? youre a pimp whateva, limp d___. fred durst
Needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what hes saying. wannabe funk doobiest is
What youre playin, rippin up a bad counterfeit, fakin! plus your bills im
Paying, you cant eat that s___ every day, fred. lay off the bacon.

Fred: say what, say what? you better watch your f___in mouth, jon.

Chorus:
Jon: so you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: its all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: its all in the family.

Jon: look at you fool, Im gonna f___ you up twice, throwin rhymes at me like,
Oh s___ allright, vanilla ice. ya better run, run while ya can, youll never
f___ me up, bisc limpkit. at least I got a phat, original band.

Fred: whos hot, whos 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: f___ you.

Fred: you pumpkin pie, Ill j_______ in your eye. climbing shoots and ladders,
While your ego shatters. but you just cant get away.

Jon: get a gay?

Fred: because its doomsday kid, its doomsday.

Chorus

Fred: you call yourself a singer?

Jon: yep.

Fred: youre more like jerry springer.

Jon: oh cool!

Fred: your favorite band is winger,

Jon: winger?

Fred: and all you eat is zingers. youre like a fruity pebble, your favorite
Flag is rebel.

Jon: yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred: its just too bad that youre a f__, and on a lower level.

Jon: so youre from jacksonville, kickin it like buffalo bill. gettin
b___-f___ed by your uncle chuck, while your sisters on her knees waitin for
Your little peanut.

Fred: wait, whered ya get that little dance?

Jon: over here.

Fred: like them idiots in waco, youre burning up in bako where your father had
Your mother, your mother had your brother, its just too bad your fathers mad,
Your mothers now your lover.

Jon: come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f___in wheelie? you love it down
South, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

Chorus

Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and Ill suck you!

Fred: and Ill f___ you!

Jon: and Ill b___-f___ you!

Fred: and Ill eat you!

Jon: and Ill lick your little d___, m_________a.

Fred: say what? say... what?

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