All In The Family

What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet)
All I needed was a Pepsi (on orignal lyric's sheet)
You better shut the fuck up punk (on orignal lyric's sheet)
Whatever nigga (on orignal lyric's sheet)
Say what say what?
My dick is bigger than yours
Say what say what?
My band is bigger than yours.

1. 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
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

Who the fuck 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!
Yeah baby!
I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod but you said it best there's No Place To Hide.

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 joke 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
Say what say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth Jon.

[Chorus:]
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 you know what?
It's all in the family.

2. 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.

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.

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?
'Cuz it's doomsday kid it's doomsday.

[Chorus]

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 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?
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 fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and boy you sure do got a purdy mouth.

[Chorus]

And I love you!
And I want you!
And i'll suck you!
And i'll fuck you!
And i'll butt-fuck you!
And i'll eat you!
And I lick your little dick motherfucker
Say what? Say What?