All in the family lyrics

Artist  : Korn 
Song : All in the family
 
[Fred:] What's up with this fucking 'Ball
Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on
orignal lyric's sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk.
(on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal
lyric's sheet)
[Fred:] Say what, say what? 
[Jon:] My dick is bigger than yours... 
[Fred:] Say what, say what? 
[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 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. 
[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
fuckin' 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 lick your little dick
motherfucker. 
[Fred:] Say what? Say... what?