Say What (x4) Say My dick is bigger than yours
...Ooo..
Say What (x3) My band is bigger than yours

Fred:
To bad I got your beans in my bag (aha) you stuck up sucker Korny mutha fucker (ooo)
Taking over foes is the limp, pimp, need the (dick) Bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis
I’m gonna drop a little East Side Skill (oo), you best step back cause I’ma kill I’ma kill
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man doing 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 (say what say what), you little faggot hoe
Please give me some shit to work with cause right now I’m all it kid, suck my dick kid like your daddy did

Fred:
Who the fuck you think you talking to (me), I known for eating little whiney chumps like you (whatever)
All up in my face with that "Are you ready" but halitosis is all your rocking steady
You little fairy smelling on your flowers, nappy hairy chest, look it’s Austin Powers (ah yeah baby)
I hear you tooting on them Fag Pipes clod, but you said it best "there’s no place to hide"

Jon:
What the fuck you saying, you’re a pimp whatever, limpdick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse
Needs to reverse what he’s saying (say what say what), wanna-be funkdoobiest what your playin', rippin' on my bag counterfeit faking
Plus your bills I'm payin, you can’t eat that shit every day Fred, Lay off the bacon

Fred:
Say what say what, you better watch your fucking mouth Jon

Jon: So you hate me
Fred: And I hate you
Jon: You know what you know what, It’s all in the Family
Jon: I hate you
Fred:You hate me
Jon: You know what, It’s all in the Family

Jon:
Look at you fool, I’m gonna fuck you up twice, throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright Vanilla Ice
You better run run while you can, can never fuck me up BitzClimpkit at least I got a fat original band

Fred:
Who’s hot who’s not (you), you best step back, Korn on the cob (ok) you need a new job (ha)
Time to take em mic skills back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill (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 (get a gay), because it’s dooms day kid it’s dooms day

Jon:So I hate you
Fred:And you hate me
Jon:You know what you know what, it’s all in the family
Jon:I hate you
Fred:And you hate me
Jon:You know what you know what, it’s all in the family

Fred:
You call yourself a singer (yep) your more like Jerry Springer (oh cool)
Your favorite band is Winger (winger?) and all you eat is zingers
Your like a fruity pebble, your favorite flag is rebel (yeee haaa) it’s just to bad that you’re a fag and on a lower level

Jon:
So you’re from Jacksonville kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt fucked by your uncle chuck, while your sisters on her knees (oh yeah) waiting for your little peanut *grapenut*

Fred:
Wait, where’d you get that little dance (over here) like them idiots in Wako your burning up in Bako
Where you father had your mutha, your mutha had your brother (NA ah), it’s just to bad your fathers mad your mutha’s now your lover

Jon:
Come on hillbilly can your horse do a fucking wheelie you love it down south
And boy, you sure do got a pretty (oh yeah) mouth

Jon:I hate you
Fred:And you hate me
Jon:You know what you know what, it’s all in the family
Jon:And I hate you
Fred:And you hate me
Jon:You know what you know what, it’s all in the 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 mutha fucker
Fred:Say what, say what