All In The Family KoRn f/ Fred Dirst of Limp Bizkit Follow The Leader Too bad I got your beans in my bag You stuck up sucka Corny motha fucker Taking over flows is the Limp pimp Need the Bizkit to save this group from John Davis I'm gonna drop a little East-Side skill You best step back cuz I'm a kill, I'm a Kill So, whatcha thinkin' Mr. Raggety Man Doin all you can to look like Raggety Ann Check you out punk Yes I know you feel it You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video Ya little faget hoe Please give me some shit To work with Cuz right now I'm all Limp kid Suck my dick kid Like you're daddy did Who the fuck you think your talking to I'm over eatin little whining chumps like you All up in my face with that "ARE YOU READY" The hallitouses is all your rockin steady You little fairy Smellin on your flowers Nappy hairy chest Look it's Austin Powers I hear you tweakin on the bag pipes Clyde But you said it best There's no place to hide What the fuck you sayin Your a pimp whatever, Limp Dick Fred Dirst needs to rehearse Needs to reverse What he sayin When the bass is fun Though it's all your playin Rippin on my band Counterfeit Fake it That's your bills I'm paying You can't eat that shit everyday Fred Limp... say what? say what? You betta watch your fuckin mouth Jon... CHORUS 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 It's all in the Family Look at you foo I'm goona fuck you up twice Throwin rhymes at me like Oh shit alright, Vanila Ice You betta run run while you can Can never fuck me up Bisk Limpket At least I got a phat original band Who's hot Who's not You best step back KoRn on the cob You need a new job Tryin to take the mic skills Back to the Dentist to buy your self a new drill You pumpkin pie I jack off in your eye Climbin shoots & ladders While your ego shatters But ya just can't get away Because it's Doomsday kid, It's Doomsday CHORUS You call yourself a singer Your more like Jerry Springer Your favorite band is Winger And all you eat is Zingers Your like a Fruity Pebble Your favorite flag is Rebel It's just too bad that your a fag and on a lower level So your from Texan Hill Kickin' it like Buffalo Bill Gettin' butt-fucked By your uncle Chuck While your sister's on her knees waitin for your little peanut Hey, where'd you get that little dance Like the idiots in waco Your burnin up a bagel When ya father had ya motha and ya motha had ya brotha It's just too bad that your fathers mad Your mother's now your lover C'mon hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin willie Your livin down south and boy you sure do got a pretty mouth CHORUS