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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Vocals
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
Head
Head
Guitar
Fieldy
Fieldy
Bass
David Silveria
David Silveria
Drums
Justin Walden
Justin Walden
Drums
MUNKY
MUNKY
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Welch
Brian Welch
Songwriter
David Silveria
David Silveria
Songwriter
James Shaffer
James Shaffer
Songwriter
Jonathan Davis
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter
Reginald Arvizu
Reginald Arvizu
Songwriter
William Frederick Durst
William Frederick Durst
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Korn
Korn
Producer
Steve Thompson
Steve Thompson
Producer
Toby Wright
Toby Wright
Producer
John Ewing, Jr.
John Ewing, Jr.
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Don C. Tyler
Don C. Tyler
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? I say what, say what? (My dick is bigger than yours) Ooh, I say what, say what? I say what, say what? I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours) Too bad, I got your beans in my bag You stuck-up sucker, Korny motherfucker Taking 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 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill So, what you thinking, Mister raggedy man? Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann 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 'Cause right now I'm all it, kid Suck my dick, kid, like your daddy did Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me) I'm known for eating little whiny chumps like you (whatever) All up in my face with that "are you ready?" But halitosis is all you're rocking steady You little fairy, smelling on your flowers Nappy hairy chest, look, it's Austin Powers (aw, yeah, baby) I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes, clod But you said it best, there's no place to hide What the fuck ya saying? You're a pimp, whatever, Limp dick Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying Wanna be Funkdoobiest when you're playing Ripping up a bad counterfeit, faking Plus your bills, I'm paying You can't eat that shit every day, Fred Lay off the bacon (say what, say what?) You better watch your fucking mouth, Jon So, you hate me And I hate you You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (yeah) I hate you And you hate me You know what? It's all in the family Look at you, fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit, alright, Vanilla Ice Ya better run, run while ya can (say what?) Can never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit (say what?) At least I got a PHAT original band Who's hot, who's not? (You) You best step back, Korn on the cob (okay) You need a new job (ha) Time to take them mic skills Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (fuck 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) Because it's doomsday, kid, it's doomsday So, I hate you! And you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (teah, yeah, you got it) I hate you And you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (yeah, yeah) 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 (yeehaw) It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck While your sister's on her knees (oh yeah?) Waiting for your little peanut Wait, where'd you 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 (nuh-uh) It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover Come on, hillbilly Can your horse do a fucking wheelie? You love it down south and, boy You sure do got a purdy mouth I hate you And you hate me You know what, you know what? (Yeah) It's all in the family (you got it, you got it) And I hate you (yeah) And you hate me You know what, you know what? It's all in the family (you got it, you got it) And I love you And I want you And I'll suck you And I'll fuck you And I'll butt-fuck you And I'll eat you And I'll lick your little dick, motherfucker Say what, say what, what, say what?
Writer(s): David Randall Silveria, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Reginald Arvizu, Brian Welch, William Frederick Durst, James Christian Shaffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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