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Lyrics- All In The Family

Duet with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit

Fred: Whats 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´, taking over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis
Im gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back ´cuz Im ´a kill, Im ´a kill, so whatcha thinking Mr Raggedy Man, doing 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 Im all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did
Fred: Who the fuck you think youre talking to
Jon: Me
Fred: Im known for eating whiny little chumps like you
Jon: Whatever
Fred: All up in my face with that
Jon: Are you ready?!
Fred: But halitosis, is all youre rockin´ steady, you little fairy, smelling all your flowers, nappy hairy chest, look its Austin Powers
Jon: Yeah baby!
Fred: I hear ya tooting on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best, theres No Place To Hide
Jon: What the fuck you saying, youre a pimp whateva´ limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what hes saying
Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what youre playing, ripping up a bad counterfeit, faking, plus your bills Im paying, you cant eat that shit everyday Fred, lay off the bacon
Fred: Say what, say what, you better watch your fucking mouth, Jon
Jon: So you hate me
Fred: And I hate you
Jon: You know what, you know what
Both: Its all in the family
Jon: I hate you
Fred: And you hate me
Jon: You know what, you know what
Both: Its all in the family
Jon: Look at you fool, Im 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: Whos hot, whos 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, climing shoots and ladders while your ego shatters, but you just cant get away
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: ´Cuz its doomsday kid, its doomsday
Fred: You call yourself a singer
Jon: Yep
Fred: Youre more like Jerry Springer
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favourite band is Winger
Jon: Winger?
Fred: And all you eat is Zingers, youre like a fruity pebble, your favourite flag is rebel
Jon: Yeeehaaaa!!
Fred: Its just too bad that youre a fag and on a lower level
Jon: So youre from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill, gettin´ butt fucked by your Uncle Chuck while your sisters on her knees waiting for your little nut
Fred: Wait, where´d you get that little dance?
Jon: Over here
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, youre burning up in Baco, where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, its just too bad your fathers mad your mothers 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
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?

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