Lyrics:

Jon On The Song Fred Was There After Korn Tv And We Said, 'let's Do A Song Together, Hey, Man, Let's Go Back And Forth And Rip On Each Other Like An Old School Battle.' I Don't Know Who's Idea It Was, I Can't Remember If It Was Mine Or Fieldy's Or Fred's But We Came Up With The Idea And We Started Writing And We Worked On It Together. I Came Up With Some Bags On Myself For Fred To Say. It Was All In Good Natured Fun.

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