Ball Tongue There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, A person close to me Who do you think you are? What more do you want from me? Ball Tongue -You got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me Ball Tongue -The rag I'm on, we are justified Ball Tongue -Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit Ball Tongue -What have you done for me? Why are you at home buried in your own self pity? Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me? Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took time with me Does it give you the right to expect your life revolves around me? Ball Tongue -You have come to take from your buddy Ball Tongue -You have never been so funky Ball Tongue -The higgle got sick of me Ball Tongue -Ahh, the dick is fine for the day Ball Tongue -Your brother took it from me Ball Tongue -Unidetified enemy Ball Tongue -Come fucking back to save us and gave up Ball Tongue -They've come to deliver me You were my brother, Where does our friendship end? (repeated) I'm not going to give in How can you fuck'n doubt me, but not again (repeated) Ball Tongue -They've driven right by my friends Ball Tongue -They've taken the take above me Ball Tongue -You're a psycho monkey Ball Tongue -They've come to enslave me Ball Tongue -They've jacken themselves onto me Ball Tongue -Your fuck'n gangster signs Ball Tongue -They've come not to save them, but they take Ball Tongue -Fuck'n death to fuck'n me You're a psychopath Ball Tongue -Berome died at the technodrome Ball Tongue -You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it? Ball Tongue -It dosen't of the rhythm of the damn monger Ball Tongue -Can I die? Can I die? Ball Tongue -And then, the man kept kick'n me Ball Tongue -Ino the morgue, they go Ball Tongue -He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head Ball Tongue -No more, he's rid of you. You're a Dyke
			All in the Family 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... what? All in the Family (2) 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 nees 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... what?
		K@#Ø% Fuck you titty suckin, two balled bitch With a fat bruised clit My big compoto bitch Oh shit, fucking, ass licking, piss sucking, cunt These nuts on your lips Kentucky fried kung-pao clits I don't know what to say So what don't give up on me now (don't give a fuck) (don't get off on me) I don't know what to say, so what Saggy tits swinging between your fat, crusty arm pits Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips Cunt, shit, cock, dick, cunt, tit, barf, piss, balls, ass, pecker, queef Oh shit, fuck, bitch, damn fuckin diarhea slut, with HIV Chorus I have fought to find something to say, But now I found something to say Fuck you!, Punk ass bitch Chorus Fuck...Shit...Bitch
	Clown Anger inside builds within my body Why'd you hit me? What have I done? You tried to hit me Try and hit me again, if you like Throw your hate at me with all your might Hit me 'cause I'm strange, hit me Tell me I'm a pussy and you're harder then me What's with you boy? Think hard. A tatooed body to hide who you are Scared to be honest, be yourself A cowardly man I don't run around trying to be what's not within me Look into my eyes, I am free You're just a wanna-be Chorus To come out Hit me clown, because I'm not from your town, now hit me clown Clown you ain't shit. Turn around and get your face split. I'm just too fucking little (3x) I'm just a fucking mental (4x)