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Lyrics for All In The Family by Korn:
| | | Artist: | Korn |
| | Album: | Follow The Leader | | Track: | All In The Family | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 90 | | | | Lyrics: | Fred : Say what, say what? (x4)
Jon : My dick 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 motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the
Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this crew 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.
Jon : I'll 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 shit to work with,
'cuz right now
I'm all it kid,
suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred : Who the fuck you think
you're talking to??
Jon : Me.
Fred : I'm 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 you're rockin' steady.
You little
fairy, smelling all your flowers.
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon :
Yeah, baby!
Fred : I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod,
but you said it best,
there's No Place To Hide.
Jon : What the fuck ya' sayin'?
You're a pimp whateva',
limp dick.
Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
needs to reverse what he's saying.
Wannabe
funk doobiest is what you're playin',
rippin' up a bad counterfeit,
fakin'! Plus your
bills I'm paying,
you can't eat that shit every day,
Fred. Lay off the
bacon.
Fred : Say what, say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth,
Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon : So you hate me?
Fred : and I hate you!
Jon : You know
what, you know what?
Both : It's all in the family.
Jon : I hate
you!
Fred : and you hate me!
Jon : You know what, you know what?
Both : It's all in
the family.
Jon : Look at you fool,
I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin'
rhymes at me like,
oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run,
run while ya can, you'll never
fuck me up,
Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat,
original band.
Fred : Who's
hot, who's 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 : Fuck you.
Fred : 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.
Jon : Get a gay?
Fred : 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's
doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred : You call yourself a singer?
Jon :
Yep.
Fred : You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon : Oh cool!
Fred :
Your favorite band is winger,
Jon : Winger?
Fred : and all you eat is
Zingers.
You're like a Fruity Pebble,
your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon :
Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred : It's just too bad that you're a fag,
and on a lower
level.
Jon : So you're from Jacksonville,
kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin'
butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
while your sister's on her
knees waitin' for your little
grape nut.
Fred : Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon : Over
here.
Fred : 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.
Jon : Come on hillbilly,
can your horse do a
fuckin' 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 I'll suck you!
Fred : and I'll fuck you!
Jon : and
I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred : and I'll eat you!
Jon : and I'll lick your little
dick, motherfucka'.
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