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 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 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 wreck with, cuz right now I m all wicked,
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 tootin on them bagpipes clad, 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. Wanna be
funkdoobiest when you re playin , rippin up a bad counterfeit,
fakin ! Plus your bills I m
paying, you can t eat that shit every day, Fred.
Jon: 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 al
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