Letra All In The Family
Album: Follow the leader
Artista: Korn
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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? x4
Jon My dick is bigger than yours
Fred Say what, say what? x3
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: 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 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 tweetin´ 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 funk joke 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
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´ll lick your little dick, motherfucka´
Fred Say what? Say what? |
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