All In The Family

What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?
All I needed was a Pepsi..

You better shut the fuck up, punk
Whatever nigga..

Say what, say what?
My dick is bigger than yours..

Say what, say what?
My band is bigger than yours..

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
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

Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Me

I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you
Whatever

All up in my face with that..
Are you ready?!?

But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Yeah, baby!

I hear ya tootin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide
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 Funkdoobiest 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
Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon

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, you know what?
It's all in the family

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
Who's hot, who's not?

You
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

Fuck you
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

Get a gay?
'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday

You call yourself a singer?
Yep

You're more like Jerry Springer
Oh cool!

Your favorite band is winger
Winger?

and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel
Yeah!

It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level
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

Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Over here

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
Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth

and I love you!
and I want you!

and I'll suck you!
and I'll fuck you!

and I'll butt-fuck you!
and I'll eat you!

and I lick your little dick motherfucker
Say what? Say... what?

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