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
'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?