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Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick are bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Patience I got your beans in my bag, freeze - if sucka', Korny
Motherfucka'. Takin' about enemies is the Limp pimp, we need a Bizkit to spare
This group of Jon Davis. I'm goin' to fall a little side eastern skill, ya better
Throwback 'cuz I'm the matar, eu I'm killing. So watcha think Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' everything we can to look Raggedy Ann.
Jon: I'll check you out Punk, yes I know you feel that way. You will now have
One of the Hanson video dancers, you little faggot ho.
Please give me some wrecks with the shit, 'cuz now I'm all wicked,
Suck my dick kid, like his daddy did.
Fred: Who do you think the fuck is talking to? ?
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready? ! ?
Fred: But halitosis, it's anything that's rockin' steady. You little fairy,
Smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look is Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tootin' about them plated bagpipes, but it's better that you said,
There's No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya 'sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred
DURST needs to rehearse, what he needs to reverse to say. Wanna be
Funkdoobiest when you're playin', rippin' a bad fake,
Fakin'! Plus your bills I'm
Payers, you can't eat every day, shit, 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

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