Letra de All In The Family - Korn
Letra de canci�n de All In The Family de Korn lyrics
[Fred:] What�s up with this fucking �Ball Tongue� shit? (on original lyric�s sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric�s sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric�s sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric�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 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?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/all-in-the-family-korn.php
[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?
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric�s sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric�s sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric�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 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?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/all-in-the-family-korn.php
[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?
