All In The Family lyrics

Say what, say what?

Say what, say what?

Say what, say what?

I say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours

Ooh, say what, say what?

I say what, say what?

I say what, say what?

My band is bigger than yours

Too bad I got your beans in my bag

You 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, whatcha thinkin?, 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 fagot ho', please give me some shit to wank with

'Cuz right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick kid like your daddy did

Who the fuck you think you're talking to?

I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you

All up in my face with that, are you ready?

But halitosis is all you're rockin' steady

You little fairy, smelling on your flowers

Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers

I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes Clyde

But you said it best, there's no place to hide

What the fuck ya sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, Limp dick

Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin?

Wannabe funk doobiest when you're playin'

Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin', plus your bills I'm payin'

You can't eat that shit every day, Fred

Lay off the bacon

Say what, say what?

You better watch your fuckin' 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 fuck you up twice

Throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice

Ya better run, run while ya can, can never fuck me up

Bisc Limpkit, at least I got a P.H.A.T. original band

Who's hot, who's not?

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

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

Because 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 know what?

It?s all in the family

You call yourself a singer?

You're more like Jerry Springer

Your favorite band is winger

And all you eat is Zingers

You're like a Fruity Pebble

Your favorite flag is rebel

It's just too bad that you're a fag

And on a lower level

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 peanut

Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?

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 fuckin' wheelie?

You love it down south and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth

I hate you and you hate me

You know what, you know what?

It's all in my family

And I hate you and you hate me

You know what, you know what?

It?s all in my family

And I love you and I want you

And I'll suck you and I'll fuck you

And I'll butt-fuck you, can I eat you?

And I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'

• Artist:Korn
• Album:Follow The Leader (1998)