Say what, say what
Say what, say what
Say what, say what
Say what, say what
(My dick is bigger than yours)
Ooh! Say what, say what
Say what, say what
Say what, say what
Say what, say what
(My band is bigger than yours)
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, you 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 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
Jon: 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 wank with
'Cause 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: Oh 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
Lay off the bacon...
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
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: 'Cause it's doomsday, kid, it's doomsday
Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
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
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep
Fred: You moan 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.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family
Jon: and I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family
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?
