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Letra de All in the family
Letra de la canción All in the family interpreteda por Korn
Interprete: Korn
Disco: Follow The Leader
[Fred:] What´s up with this fucking ´Ball Tongue´ shit? (on original lyric´s sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric´s sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric´s sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric´s sheet)
[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?