All In The Family lyrics

Artist  : Korn 
Song : All In The Family



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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 foes 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 wreck with, 'cuz right now I'm all
wicked,
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 tootin' on them
bagpipes clad, 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. Wanna be
funkdoobiest when
you're playin', rippin' up a bad
counterfeit,
fakin'! Plus your bills
I'm
paying, you can't eat that shit every day,
Fred.
Jon: 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 alright, 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 faggot 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 peanut.
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 in the fall, 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?