All In The Family
KoRn f/ Fred Dirst of Limp Bizkit
Follow The Leader
Too bad I got your beans in my bag
You stuck up sucka
Corny motha fucker
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp
Need the Bizkit to save this group from John Davis
I'm gonna drop a little East-Side skill
You best step back cuz I'm a kill, I'm a Kill
So, whatcha thinkin' Mr. Raggety Man
Doin all you can to look like Raggety Ann
Check you out punk
Yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video
Ya little faget hoe
Please give me some shit
To work with
Cuz right now I'm all Limp kid
Suck my dick kid
Like you're daddy did
Who the fuck you think your talking to
I'm over eatin little whining chumps like you
All up in my face with that "ARE YOU READY"
The hallitouses is all your rockin steady
You little fairy
Smellin on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest
Look it's Austin Powers
I hear you tweakin on the bag pipes Clyde
But you said it best
There's no place to hide
What the fuck you sayin
Your a pimp whatever, Limp Dick
Fred Dirst needs to rehearse
Needs to reverse
What he sayin
When the bass is fun
Though it's all your playin
Rippin on my band Counterfeit
Fake it
That's your bills I'm paying
You can't eat that shit everyday Fred
Limp... say what? say what?
You betta 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
It's all in the Family
Look at you foo
I'm goona fuck you up twice
Throwin rhymes at me like
Oh shit alright, Vanila Ice
You betta run run while you can
Can never fuck me up Bisk Limpket
At least I got a phat original band
Who's hot
Who's not
You best step back
KoRn on the cob
You need a new job
Tryin to take the mic skills
Back to the Dentist to buy your self a new drill
You pumpkin pie
I jack off in your eye
Climbin shoots & ladders
While your ego shatters
But ya just can't get away
Because it's Doomsday kid, It's Doomsday
CHORUS
You call yourself a singer
Your more like Jerry Springer
Your favorite band is Winger
And all you eat is Zingers
Your like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is Rebel
It's just too bad that your a fag and on a lower level
So your from Texan Hill
Kickin' it like Buffalo Bill
Gettin' butt-fucked
By your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waitin for your little peanut
Hey, where'd you get that little dance
Like the idiots in waco
Your burnin up a bagel
When ya father had ya motha and ya motha had ya brotha
It's just too bad that your fathers mad
Your mother's now your lover
C'mon hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin willie
Your livin down south
and boy you sure do got a pretty mouth
CHORUS
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