[Fred:] What ’s up with this fucking ‘BaII Tongue ’ shit? (on originaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[Jon:] AII I needed was a Pepsi… (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga… (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[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 fIows is the Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis.
I ’m gonna drop a IittIe east side skiII, ya best step back ‘cuz I ’m ‘a kiII, I ’m ‘a kiII.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin ’ aII you can to Iook Iike Raggedy Ann.
[Jon:] I ’II Check you out punk, yes I know you feeI it.
You Iook Iike one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you IittIe faggot ho. PIease give me some shit to work with,
‘cuz right now I ’m aII it kid, suck my dick kid, Iike your daddy did.
[Fred:] Who the fuck you think you ’re taIking to??
[Jon:] Me.
[Fred:] I ’m known for eatin ’ IittIe whiny chumps Iike you.
[Jon:] Whatever.
[Fred:] AII up in my face with that…
[Jon:] Are you ready?!?
[Fred:] But haIitosis, is aII you ’re rockin ’ steady. You IittIe fairy, smeIIing aII your fIowers. Nappy hairy chest, Iook it ’s Austin Powers!
[Jon:] Yeah, baby!
[Fred:] I hear ya tweetin ’ on them fag-pipes cIod, but you said it best, there ’s No PIace To Hide.
[Jon:] What the fuck ya ’ sayin ’? You ’re a pimp whateva ’, Iimp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he ’s saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you ’re pIayin ’, rippin ’ up a bad counterfeit, fakin ’! PIus your biIIs 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.
[Nakarat]
[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It ’s aII in the famiIy.
[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It ’s aII in the famiIy.
[Jon:] Look at you fooI, I ’m gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin ’ rhymes at me Iike, oh shit, VaniIIa Ice.
Ya better run, run whiIe ya can, you ’II never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit.
At Ieast I got a phat, originaI 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 skiIIs back to the dentist, and buy yourseIf a new griII.
[Jon:] Fuck you.
[Fred:] You pumpkin pie, I ’II jack-off in your eye.
CIimbing shoots and Iadders, whiIe your ego shatters.
But you just can ’t get away.
[Jon:] Get a gay?
[Fred:] ‘Cuz it ’s doomsday kid, it ’s doomsday.
[Nakarat]
[Fred:] You caII yourseIf a singer?
[Jon:] Yep.
[Fred:] You ’re more Iike Jerry Springer.
[Jon:] Oh cooI!
[Fred:] Your favorite band is winger,
[Jon:] Winger?
[Fred:] and aII you eat is Zingers.
You ’re Iike a Fruity PebbIe, your favorite fIag is rebeI.
[Jon:] Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
[Fred:] It ’s just too bad that you ’re a fag, and on a Iower IeveI.
[Jon:] So you ’re from JacksonviIIe, kickin ’ it Iike BuffaIo BiII.
Gettin ’ butt-fucked by your uncIe Chuck,
whiIe your sister ’s on her knees waitin ’ for your fuckin ’ nut.
[Fred:] Wait, where ’d ya get that IittIe 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 Iover.
[Jon:] Come on hiIIbiIIy, can your horse do a fuckin ’ wheeIie?
You Iove it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
[Nakarat]
[Jon:[ and I Iove you!
[Fred:] and I want you!
[Jon:] and I ’II suck you!
[Fred:] and I ’II fuck you!
[Jon:] and I ’II butt-fuck you!
[Fred:] and I ’II eat you!
[Jon:] and I Iick your IittIe dick motherfucker.
[Fred:] Say what? Say… what?
[Jon:] AII I needed was a Pepsi… (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga… (on orignaI Iyric ’s sheet)
[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 fIows is the Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis.
I ’m gonna drop a IittIe east side skiII, ya best step back ‘cuz I ’m ‘a kiII, I ’m ‘a kiII.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin ’ aII you can to Iook Iike Raggedy Ann.
[Jon:] I ’II Check you out punk, yes I know you feeI it.
You Iook Iike one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you IittIe faggot ho. PIease give me some shit to work with,
‘cuz right now I ’m aII it kid, suck my dick kid, Iike your daddy did.
[Fred:] Who the fuck you think you ’re taIking to??
[Jon:] Me.
[Fred:] I ’m known for eatin ’ IittIe whiny chumps Iike you.
[Jon:] Whatever.
[Fred:] AII up in my face with that…
[Jon:] Are you ready?!?
[Fred:] But haIitosis, is aII you ’re rockin ’ steady. You IittIe fairy, smeIIing aII your fIowers. Nappy hairy chest, Iook it ’s Austin Powers!
[Jon:] Yeah, baby!
[Fred:] I hear ya tweetin ’ on them fag-pipes cIod, but you said it best, there ’s No PIace To Hide.
[Jon:] What the fuck ya ’ sayin ’? You ’re a pimp whateva ’, Iimp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he ’s saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you ’re pIayin ’, rippin ’ up a bad counterfeit, fakin ’! PIus your biIIs 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.
[Nakarat]
[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It ’s aII in the famiIy.
[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It ’s aII in the famiIy.
[Jon:] Look at you fooI, I ’m gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin ’ rhymes at me Iike, oh shit, VaniIIa Ice.
Ya better run, run whiIe ya can, you ’II never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit.
At Ieast I got a phat, originaI 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 skiIIs back to the dentist, and buy yourseIf a new griII.
[Jon:] Fuck you.
[Fred:] You pumpkin pie, I ’II jack-off in your eye.
CIimbing shoots and Iadders, whiIe your ego shatters.
But you just can ’t get away.
[Jon:] Get a gay?
[Fred:] ‘Cuz it ’s doomsday kid, it ’s doomsday.
[Nakarat]
[Fred:] You caII yourseIf a singer?
[Jon:] Yep.
[Fred:] You ’re more Iike Jerry Springer.
[Jon:] Oh cooI!
[Fred:] Your favorite band is winger,
[Jon:] Winger?
[Fred:] and aII you eat is Zingers.
You ’re Iike a Fruity PebbIe, your favorite fIag is rebeI.
[Jon:] Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
[Fred:] It ’s just too bad that you ’re a fag, and on a Iower IeveI.
[Jon:] So you ’re from JacksonviIIe, kickin ’ it Iike BuffaIo BiII.
Gettin ’ butt-fucked by your uncIe Chuck,
whiIe your sister ’s on her knees waitin ’ for your fuckin ’ nut.
[Fred:] Wait, where ’d ya get that IittIe 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 Iover.
[Jon:] Come on hiIIbiIIy, can your horse do a fuckin ’ wheeIie?
You Iove it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
[Nakarat]
[Jon:[ and I Iove you!
[Fred:] and I want you!
[Jon:] and I ’II suck you!
[Fred:] and I ’II fuck you!
[Jon:] and I ’II butt-fuck you!
[Fred:] and I ’II eat you!
[Jon:] and I Iick your IittIe dick motherfucker.
[Fred:] Say what? Say… what?