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Korn

All In The Family

  nu metal  metal  alternative metal  rock  alternative rock
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Текст песни Korn - All In The Family

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Fred: What`s 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`. 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. Lay off the bacon.
Fred:
Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin` mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It`s all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: 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?
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. 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.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You`re more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
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.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
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, it`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.
CHORUS
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?