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 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)
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?