Lyrics:

Fred: Say what, say what? (x4)
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Ooooooooh Say what, say what? (x3)
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...

Fred:
Too bad I got your beans in my bag
You 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, whatcha thinkin’ Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann

Jon:
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 wank 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)
I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you
(Jon: Whatever)
All up in my face with that...
(Jon: Are you ready?!)
But halitosis is all you're rockin' steady
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
(Jon: Ah, yeah baby!)
I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes Clyde
But you said it best, there's “No Place To Hide”

Jon:
What the fuck ya sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, limp dick.
Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin’
Wannabe funk doobiest is what you're playin'
Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'!
Plus your bills I'm payin!
Spoken: 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?
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 alright, Vanilla Ice
Ya better run, run while ya can
Can never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit
At least I got a P.H.A.T. original band

Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
(Jon: You)
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!)
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?)
Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

[Chorus:]
Jon: So, I hate you
Fred: and you hate me!
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

Fred: You call yourself a singer?
(Jon: Yep)
You're more like Jerry Springer.
(Jon: Oh cool!)
Your favorite band is winger
(Jon: Winger?)
And all you eat is Zingers
You're like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is rebel
(Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!)
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 little peanut.

Fred:
Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
(Jon: Over here)
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: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family

Jon: And I hate you
Fred: and you hate me
Jon: you know what, you know what?
Both: It’s all in my family

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'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?