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'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
I'm so numb, therefore I can't relate.
I'm so dumb, there is nothing to hate.
Really, is it me, or is it fate?
Give me peace or release for fuck's sake.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never played.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was meek.
Sang my ass off, got into this band.
Never thought the band would pick on the man.
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never played.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
Reclaim my place... (x3)
Say it to my face.
So I look around at all these stupid little faces.
Something I can never slap, but I embrace.
You'll never ever see, you'll never ever be,
You want to fuck around? Then come on, fuck with me.
You think you can relate? You'll never ever find.
You think you feel my hate? Look at me and you will find.
You think your always right? I will always be the sound.
You want to fuck with me? Come on, fucking play!
You can feel it, mama beats down!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it, mama beats down!!
Yes, you feel it come, right now!
You can feel it, mama beats down!
Yes, you feel it come, bow down!
Bow down! (x3)
Give him something to say.
Something super fly, never played.
All I hear is disgrace.
Erase them all and reclaim my place.
What the fuck?! (x12)
You watch me play.
I look away.
Your light's too bright.
You found a light.
Take up in space, you and I.
Take up in space, you and I.
You're gonna die!
Wanna meet me, why?
I wish I had the strength.
Inside my soul escapes.
Take up in space, you and I.
Take up in space, you and I.
Cry, into me.
Give me something... alright...
The kids that die listening to me.
You are alive!
Take up in space, you and I stay....
Take up in space, you and I.
Take up in space, you and I.
I...
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame.
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
Gibberish
So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it's mine.
Gibberish
Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be.
Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe.
Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4)
Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me? (x8)
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Breathless, restless from the pain that passed,
a shame 'cause the game kept playin' me wrong.
Promise not to ever sing a damn love song,
until I realize who the fuck I am.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
A man out of sync with his own program,
trying to find some kind of inner link.
Tre: So baby I ask you...
Jonathan: What do you want from me? (x8)
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever love another cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Tre:
Ahh yeah.
She's the epitomy of sweet misery,
the sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There's an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin' like a glove, with abstract relations,
testin' all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, fuckin' with my love,
fuckin' with my life, fuckin' all of the above.
Jonathan:
You see this time, I cannot ever never love a cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love a cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love a cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
You see this time, I cannot ever never love a cunt.
You'll drink as slow ???, love twice and you'll get fucked.
Why is it always you want something you can never have?
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be this way?
Your throat I take grasp. Can't you feel the pain?
There you were, my precious, with your broken soul.
Why is it always you fuck up something you've always had?
Your throat I take grasp. Can't you feel the pain?
Here I am, just a man.
Just to see through your eyes. (x7)
I hate you! Can't you feel the pain? (x7)
Your throat I take grasp. Can't you feel the pain?
Lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain? (x4)
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Rubbing my crotch elated, taking control.
Why did you try to tempt me?
How could you be so cold?
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Yes, I feel the pain.
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasm. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Feeling pain, gives me life.
Relieving yours is my plan.
I'd do anything, just to see through your eyes.
Just to see through your...
I HATE YOU!
Then your eyes roll back. Can't you feel the pain?
Love racing through my veins. Can't you feel the pain?
Yes, you feel the pain.
Your heart stops beating. Can't you feel the pain?
Black orgasm. Can't you feel the pain?
I kiss your lifeless skin. Can't you feel the pain?
Can't you feel the pain?
Featuring Cheech Marin
Additional vocals by Reggie "Fieldy Snuts" Arvizu
Ora Le!
My mama's talkin' to me,
try to tell me how to live,
but I don't listen to her
'cause my head is like a sieve.
My daddy, he disowned me
'cause I wear my sisters clothes.
He caught me in the bathroom
with a pair of pantyhose.
My basketball coach,
he done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.
Gonna tie my pecker onto a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my pecker onto a tree.
Fieldy: Gonna tie his pecker onto a tree.
Get your boogie on.
Go Head.
Cheech Marin:
The earth is coming to an end
and I don't give a damn.
As long as I have my bitch,
oh I'm a fuck you.
It don't bother me,
if people think I'm funny.
'Cause I'm a big rock star,
and I'm makin' lots of money!
Money! Money! Money! Money!
Fieldy: Are you talking pesos?
Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of muthafuckin' money.
I get rich.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that shit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.
Fieldy:
Get your groove on.
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan.
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower.
More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow.
Come on. Death. Right here. Slow. Ah!
Don't give a fuck, break it out.
You even know Boy George is on heroin.
We don't give a fuck.
Rick James is in the crack house.
I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!
The bomb is a fuckin in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!
Cheech Marin: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!