Fred: What s up with this fucking Ball Tongue shit? Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi
Fred: You better shut the fuck up
punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga
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: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 tootin 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 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.
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
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