Too bad I got your beans in my bag, you stuck up sucka, corny motha fucker.
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp, Need the bizkit to save this group from
John Davis. I'm goona drop a little East-Side skill, you best step back cuz
I'm a kill, I'm a Kill. So, whatcha thinkin' Mr. Raggety Man? Doin all you
can to look like Raggety Ann.
Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those
dancers from the Hanson video ya little faget hoe. Please give me some shit
to work with, cuz right now I'm all limp kid, Suck my dick kid, Like you're
Daddy did.
Who the fuck you think your talking to? I'm over eatin little whiining chumps
like you. All up in my face with that ARE YOU READY!? The hallitouses is all
your rockin steady. You little fairy, smellin on your flowers, Nappy hairy
chest, look it's Austin Powers. I hear you tweakin on the bag pipes clyde,
but you said it best, There's no place to hide!
What the fuck you sayin? Your a pimp whatever, Limp Dick. Fred Dirst needs to
rehearse, needs to reverse, what he sayin? When the bass is fun, though it's
all your playin. Rippin on my band Counterfiet, Fake it! That's your bills
I'm paying! You can't eat that shit everyday fred! Limp... say what? say
what? you betta watch your fuckin mouth John...
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So, you hate me!
And I hate you!
you know what? You know what?
It's all in the Family!
I hate you!
And you hate me!
You know what?
It's all in the Family!
Look at you foo! I'm goona fuck you up twice! Throwin rymes at me like Oh
shit allright, Vannila Ice! You betta run run while you can, can never fuck
me up Bisk Limpket! At least I got a Phat original band.
Who's hot, Who's not? You best step back, KoRn on the cob, you need a new
job. Tryin to take the mic skills, Back to the Dentist to buy your self a new
drill. You pumpkin pie, I jack off in your eye, Climbin shoots & laders,
while your ego shatters. But ya just can't get away, because it's Doomsday
kid, It's Doomsday.
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You call yourself a singer? Your more like Jerry Springer, your favorite band
is Winger and all you eat is Zingers.You'r like a fruity peble, Your favorite
flag is Rebel. It's just too bad that your a fag and on a lower level.
So your from Texan Hill, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by
your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin for your little
Peanut.
Hey, where'd you get that little dance? Like the idiots in waco, your burnin
up a bagel, when ya father had ya motha and ya motha had ya brotha, it's just
too bad that your fathers mad, your mother's now your lover!
C'mon Hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin willie? Your livin down south
and boy You sure do got a pretty mouth!
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