All In The Family by Korn

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
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: It's all in the family
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: 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?
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
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: It's all in the family
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: It's all in the family
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer
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
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
Tt'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
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: It's all in the family
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Jon and Fred: It's all in the family
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?