Korn - All in the Family

All in the Family

Jon on the song: Fred wa s there a fter Korn TV a nd we sa id, Lets do a song together, Hey, ma n, lets go ba ck a nd forth a nd rip on ea ch other like a n old school ba ttle. I dont know whos idea it wa s, I ca nt remember if it wa s mine or Fieldys or Freds but we ca me up with the idea a nd we sta rted writing a nd we worked on it together. I ca me up with some ba gs on myself for Fred to sa y. It wa s a ll in good na tured fun.
Fred: Wha ts up with this fucking Ba ll Tongue shit?
Jon: All I needed wa s a Pepsi...
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Wha tever nigga ...
Fred: Sa y wha t, sa y wha t?
Jon: My dick is bigger tha n yours...
Fred: Sa y wha t, sa y wha t?
Jon: My ba nd is bigger tha n yours...
Fred: Too ba d I got your bea ns in my ba g, stuck-up sucka , Korny motherfucka . Ta kin over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to sa ve this crew from Jon Da vis. Imgonna drop a little ea st side skill, ya best step ba ck cuz Ima kill, Ima kill. So wa tcha thinking Mr. Ra ggedy ma n? Doin a ll you ca n to look like Ra ggedy Ann.
Jon: I will Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those da ncers from the Ha nson video, you little fa ggot ho. Plea se gi have me some shit to work with, cuz right now Ima ll it kid, suck my dick kid, like your da ddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you are ta lking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: Imknown for ea tin little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Wha tever.
Fred: All up in my fa ce with tha t...
Jon: Are you rea dy??
Fred: But ha litosis, is a ll you are rockin stea dy. You little fa iry, smelling a ll your flowers. Na ppy ha iry chest, look its Austin Powers
Jon: Yea h, ba by
Fred: I hea r ya tweetin on them fa g-pipes clod, but you sa id it best, there is No Pla ce To Hide.
Jon: Wha t the fuck ya sa yin? you are a pimp wha teva , limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehea rse, needs to reverse wha t hes sa ying. Wa nna be funk joke is wha t you are pla yin, rippin up a ba d counterfeit, fa kin Plus your bills Impa ying, you ca nt ea t tha t shit every da y, Fred. La y off the ba con.
Fred: Sa y wha t, sa y wha t? You better wa tch your fuckin mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you ha te me?
Fred: a nd I ha te you
Jon: You know wha t, you know wha t?
Both: Its a ll in the fa mily.
Jon: I ha te you
Fred: a nd you ha te me
Jon: You know wha t, you know wha t?
Both: Its a ll in the fa mily.
Jon: Look a t you fool, Imgonna fuck you up twice, throwin rhymes a t me like, oh shit, Va nilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya ca n, you wi will never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At lea st I got a pha t, origina l ba nd.
Fred: Whos hot, whos not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step ba ck, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to ta ke them mic skills ba ck to the dentist, a nd buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I will ja ck-off in your eye. Climbing shoots a nd la dders, while your ego sha tters. But you just ca nt get a wa y.
Jon: Get a ga y?
Fred: Cuz its doomsda y kid, its doomsda y.
CHORUS
Fred: You ca ll yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: you are more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool
Fred: Your fa vorite ba nd is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: a nd a ll you ea t is Zingers. you are like a Fruity Pebble, your fa vorite fla g is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeeha a a a a a
Fred: Its just too ba d tha t you are a fa g, a nd on a lower level.
Jon: So you are from Ja cksonville, kickin it like Buffa lo Bill. Gettin butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sisters on her knees wa itin for your fuckin nut.
Fred: Wa it, whered ya get tha t little da nce?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Wa co, you are burning up in Ba ko where your fa ther ha d your mother, your mother ha d your brother, its just too ba d your fa thers ma d, your mothers now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, ca n your horse do a fuckin wheelie? You love it down south, a nd boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: a nd I love you
Fred: a nd I want you
Jon: a nd I will suck you
Fred: a nd I will fuck you
Jon: a nd I will butt-fuck you
Fred: a nd I will ea t you
Jon: a nd I lick your little dick motherfucker.
Fred: Sa y wha t? Sa y... wha t?