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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 foes 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 wreck with, 'cuz right now I'm all wicked,
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 tootin' on them bagpipes clad, 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. Wanna be
funkdoobiest when you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit,
fakin'! Plus your bills I'm
paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred.
Jon: 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 al