Fred: Say what, say what?

Jon: My [bad word] 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 [bad word] . 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 [bad word] ho. Please give me some [bad word] to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my [bad word] kid, like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the [bad word] 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 [bad word] pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.

Jon: What the [bad word] ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp [bad word]  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 [bad word] every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your [bad word]  mouth, Jon.
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh [bad word]  Vanilla Ice. Ya [bad word] [bad word] while ya can, you'll never [bad word] 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: [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.

Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred: It's just too bad that you're a [bad word]  and on a lower level.

Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' [bad word] by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your [bad word]  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.
 [bad word] on hillbilly, can your horse do a [bad word]  wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
 [bad word] 
Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and I'll suck you!

Fred: and I'll [bad word] you!

Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and I'll suck you!

Fred: and I'll fuc