Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Korn - All in the family ------------------------------------------ Say What, Say What x 3...My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours Fred: To bad I got your beans in my bag (aha) you stuck up sucker Korny mutha fucker (ooo) 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 Skill (oo), 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 Ann Jon: 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 faggot hoe 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 talking to, Im known for eating little whiney chumps like you (whatever) All up in my face with that Are you ready the halitosis is all your rocking steady You little fairy smelling on your flowers, nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers (ah yeah baby) I hear you token on them Fag Pipes clod, but you said it best there's no place to hide Jon: What the fuck you saying, you're a pimp whatever, limpdick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse Needs to reverse what he's saying (say what say what), Wanna-be Funk Dooby's what your playin, rippin at my bag, counterfeit, fakin Plus your bills I'm payin, you can't eat that shit every day Fred, Lay off the bacon Fred: Say what say what, you better watch your fucking 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 Jon: 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 fuck you up twice, throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright Vanilla Ice You better run run while you can, can never fuck me up BitzClimpkit at least I got a phat original band Fred: Who's hot who's not (you), you best step back, Korn on the cob (ok) you need a new job ~ha~ Trying take em mic skills back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (fuck 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 dooms day kid it's dooms day Jon: So I hate you Fred: And you hate me Jon: You know what you know what, it's all in the family Jon: 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) your more like Jerry Springer (oh cool) Your favorite band is Winger (winger) and all you eat is zingers Your like a fruity pebble, your favorite flag is rebel (yeee haaa) it's just to bad that you're a fag and on a lower level Jon: So you're from Jacksonville kicking it like Buffalo Bill Getting butt fucked by your uncle chuck, while your sisters on her knees ~oh yeah~ waiting for your little peanut Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance (over here) like them idiots in Wako your burning up in Bako Where you father had your mutha, your mutha had your brother (na ah), it's just to bad your fathers mad your mutha's now your lover Jon: Come on hillbilly can your horse do a fucking wheelie you love it down south And boy, you sure do got a pretty (oh yeah) mouth Jon: I hate you Fred: And you hate me Jon: You know what you know what, it's all in the family Jon: And I hate you Fred: And you hate me Jon: You know what you know what, it's all in the family 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 buck fuck you Fred: And I'll eat you Jon: And I'll lick your little taint mutha fucker Fred: Say what, say what?