Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Korn
Künstler:in
Fred Durst
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brian Welch
Songwriter:in
David Silveria
Songwriter:in
James Shaffer
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Davis
Songwriter:in
Reginald Arvizu
Songwriter:in
William Frederick Durst
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Korn
Produzent:in
Steve Thompson
Produzent:in
Toby Wright
Produzent:in
Brendan O'Brien
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
Yeah, motherfucker's better know
Clark world remix
C'mon!
Yeah, Limp Bizkit (All I needed was a Pepsi)
You better shut the fuck up, punk
Whatever, n***a
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Ooh, I say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag
You stuck-up sucker, Korny motherfucker
Taking 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 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill
So, what you thinking, Mr. raggedy man?
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
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
'Cause right now I'm all it, kid
Suck my dick, kid, like your daddy did
Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me)
I'm known for eating little whiny chumps like you (Whatever)
All up in my face with that "are you ready?"
But halitosis is all you're rocking steady
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look, it's Austin Powers (Aw, yeah, baby)
I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes, clod
But you said it best, there's no place to hide
What the fuck ya saying? You're a pimp, whatever, Limp dick
Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying
Wanna be Funkdoobiest when you're playing
Ripping up a bad counterfeit, faking
Plus your bills, I'm paying
You can't eat that shit every day, Fred
So, you hate me
And I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (Yeah)
I hate you
And you hate me
You know what?
It's all in the family
Look at you, fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice
Ya better run, run while ya can (Say what?)
Can never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit (Say what?)
At least I got a P.H.A.T. original band
Who's hot, who's not? (You)
You best step back, Korn on the cob (Okay)
You need a new job (Ha)
Time to take them 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 doomsday, kid, it's doomsday
So, you hate me!
And I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (Yeah, yeah, you got it)
I hate you
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (Yeah, yeah)
You call yourself a singer? (Yep)
You're more like Jerry Springer (Oh, cool)
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger?)
And all you eat is Zingers
You're like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is rebel (Yeehaw)
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level
So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees (Oh yeah?)
Waiting for your little peanut
Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here)
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako
Where your father had your mother
Your mother had your brother (Nuh-uh)
It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover
Come on, hillbilly
Can your horse do a fucking wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy
You sure do got a purdy mouth
I hate you
And you hate me
You know what, you know what? (Yeah)
It's all in the family (You got it, you got it)
And I hate you (Yeah)
And you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family (You got it, you got it)
Say what, say what, what, say what?
Written by: Fred Durst, Korn