Korn - All in the Family Lyrics

Writer(s) : DAVIS, JONATHAN HOWSMAN/ARVIZU, REGINALD/WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP/SHAFFER, JAMES CHRISTIAN/SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL/DURST, FRED
Artist: Korn Lyrics
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Album: Track 20 on Follow the Leader
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Say what, say what?
My **** is bigger than yours
Say what, say what?
My band is bigger than yours

Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucker, Korny
************', takin' over foes 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 'cause I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.

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 fagot ho.
Please give me some **** to wreck with, 'cause right now I'm all wicked,
Suck my **** kid, like your daddy did.
Who the **** you think you're talking to?

Me.
I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Whatever.
All up in my face with that
Are you ready?
But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy,
Smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Yeah, baby!
I hear ya tootin' on them bagpipes clad, but you said it best,
There's No Place To Hide.
What the **** ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, limp ****. Fred
Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. want to be
Funkdoobiest when you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit,
Fakin'! Plus your bills I'm
Paying, you can't eat that **** every day, Fred.
Lay off the bacon
Say what, say what?
You better watch your ****in' 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, you know what?
It's all in the family.

Look at you fool, I'm gonna **** you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me
Like, oh **** alright, Vanilla Ice.
Ya better run, run while ya can,
You'll never **** me up, Bisc Limpkit.
At least I got a phat, original band.

Who's hot, who's not?
You.
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.
**** you.
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.
Get a gay?
'cause it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

[Chorus]

You call yourself a singer?
Yep.
You're more like Jerry Springer.
Oh cool!
Your favorite band is winger,
Winger?
And all you eat is Zingers.
You're like a Fruity Pebble, your
Favorite flag is rebel.
Yea!
It's just too bad that you're a fagot on a lower level.
So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin' butt-****ed by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waitin' for your
Little peanut.
Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Over here.
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.
Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a ****in' wheelie?
You love it down
South in the fall, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

[Chorus]

And I love you!
And I want you!
And I'll suck you!
And I'll **** you!
And I'll butt-**** you!
And I'll eat you!
And I'll lick your little ****, ************.
Say what? Say what?


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