All in the family

Same simple shit.

All in the Family .

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. Im gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back cuz Im a Kill, Im a kill. so watcha thinking mr. raggedy man? doin all you can to Look like raggedy ann.

Jon: Ill 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 Im all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your Daddy did.

Fred: who the fuck you think youre talking to? ?

Jon: me.

Fred: Im 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 youre rockin steady. you little fairy, smelling All your flowers. nappy hairy chest, look its austin powers!

Jon: yeah, baby!

Fred: I hear ya tweetin on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, theres No place to hide.

Jon: what the fuck ya sayin? youre a pimp whateva, limp dick. fred durst Needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what hes saying. wannabe funk doobiest is What youre playin, rippin up a bad counterfeit, fakin! plus your bills im Paying, you cant 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: its all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: its all in the family.

Jon: look at you fool, Im gonna fuck you up twice, throwin rhymes at me like, Oh shit allright, vanilla ice. ya better run, run while ya can, youll never Fuck me up, bisc limpkit. at least I got a phat, original band.

Fred: whos hot, whos 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, Ill jack-off in your eye. climbing shoots and ladders, While your ego shatters. but you just cant get away.

Jon: get a gay?

Fred: because its doomsday kid, its doomsday.

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: its all in the family.

Fred: you call yourself a singer?

Jon: yep.

Fred: youre more like jerry springer.

Jon: oh cool!

Fred: your favorite band is winger,

Jon: winger?

Fred: and all you eat is zingers. youre like a fruity pebble, your favorite Flag is rebel.

Jon: yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred: its just too bad that youre a fag, and on a lower level.

Jon: so youre from jacksonville, kickin it like buffalo bill. gettin Butt-fucked by your uncle chuck, while your sisters on her knees waitin for Your little peanut.

Fred: wait, whered ya get that little dance?

Jon: over here.

Fred: like them idiots in waco, youre burning up in bako where your father had Your mother, your mother had your brother, its just too bad your fathers mad, Your mothers 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.

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: its all in the family.

Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and Ill suck you!

Fred: and Ill fuck you!

Jon: and Ill butt-fuck you!

Fred: and Ill eat you!

Jon: and Ill lick your little dick, motherfucka.

Fred: say what? say... what?