Chords for KoRn & Limp Bizkit - All In The Family

Tempo:
93 bpm
Chords used:

B

C

A

Bb

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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KoRn & Limp Bizkit - All In The Family chords
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Say what, say what?
[E] I have kids bigger than yours.
Say what, say what?
I have kids bigger than [Bb] yours.
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag.
You stuck up sucker, corny motherfucker.
[B] Taking over flows [Bb] is the limp.
[Bb] Need a biscuit to save this groove from John Davis.
I'm on the top of little Eastside skill.
You better step back cause I'm a kill, I'm a kill.
So what you thinking Mr.
Raggedy man?
[Ab] Doing all you can to [Eb] look like Raggedy Ann.
Check [Am] you out, punk.
[B] Yes, I know [C] your feelings.
You look like one of those dances from the Hampton video.
You little [B] faggot hoe.
Please [F] give me some shit [G] to whack with.
[C] Cause right now I'm all wicked.
Suck my dick kid, [G] like your [Am] daddy did.
[E] Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
[Bm] I'm known for eating little [G] whiny chumps like you.
[A] Hold up in my face with a
[B] But halitosis is all you're rocking steady.
You little fairy smelling on your flowers.
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers.
I hear you pooping on them [Bb] bagpipes Clyde.
But you said it best, there's no place to [B] hide.
What [Am] the fuck you [G] saying?
You're a pimp [C] whatever, [A] limb dick.
FedEx needs to rehearse, needs to reverse.
What he's saying, when the bass punk jumps [C] on your band.
Ripping off a bad kind of [B] bacon.
[C] That's so real, some [B] bacon.
You can't eat that [C] shit everyday Fred.
[F] Say what, say what?
You better watch your fucking mouth [Em] John.
So you heard [A] me.
It's not good as you.
You know what, you know what?
[Em] It's all in the family.
[A] You hate me.
You know what?
[Am] It's all in the [A] family.
Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice.
Throwing mimes at me like, oh shit alright.
But never mice.
You better run run while you [G] can.
You'll never fuck [C] me up biscuit.
[B] At least [C] I got a fat original fat.
Who's I, who's not, you better step back.
Going on the cop, you need [B] a new job.
Time [Bb] to take the mic skills, [B] back to the [Bb] dentist.
And buy yourself a new grill, your pumpkin pie.
I'll jack up in your [B] eye, climbing shoes and ladders.
While your ego shatters, but you just can't get away.
[Ab] Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
[A] I heard you.
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family.
You got it.
I heard you.
[Gb] You hate [Am] me.
You know what, you know what?
[A] It's all in the [Bb] family.
You call yourself a singer, you're more like Jerry Springer.
Your favorite band is Swinger, and all you eat is zingers.
You're like a fruity pebble, your favorite flag is Rebel.
It's just too bad that you're a faggot on [C] a lower level.
So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
You get butt-bopped by your Uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her [G] knees, waiting for your little [Bb] midnight.
Wait, where'd you get that little dance?
Like them idiots in [B] Waco, you're burning up in Paco.
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your [Bm] brother.
It's just too bad your [Bbm] father's mad, your mother's now your [G] lover.
[C] [A]
[C] You've certainly got a heart, Mel.
[Am] [A] And you hate me.
You know what?
It's all in the family.
And I heard you.
[D] And you hate [A] me.
You know what?
It's all [F] in the family.
Fuck you.
And I'll fuck you.
Fuck you.
I'll fuck you.
And I'll eat you.
And I'll lick your little dick, mother fucker.
[Gm] Say what?
Say what?
Say [N] what?
Key:  
B
12341112
C
3211
A
1231
Bb
12341111
G
2131
B
12341112
C
3211
A
1231
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Say _ what, say what? _ _ _
[E] _ _ I have kids bigger than yours.
_ _ Say _ what, say what?
I have kids bigger than [Bb] yours.
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag.
You stuck up sucker, corny motherfucker.
[B] Taking over flows [Bb] is the limp.
[Bb] Need a biscuit to save this groove from John Davis.
I'm on the top of little Eastside skill.
You better step back cause I'm a kill, I'm a kill.
So what you thinking Mr.
Raggedy man?
[Ab] Doing all you can to [Eb] look like Raggedy Ann.
Check [Am] you out, punk.
[B] Yes, I know [C] your feelings.
You look like one of those dances from the Hampton video.
You little [B] faggot hoe.
Please [F] give me some shit [G] to whack with.
[C] Cause right now I'm all wicked.
Suck my dick kid, [G] like your [Am] daddy did.
[E] Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
[Bm] I'm known for eating little [G] whiny chumps like you.
[A] Hold up in my face with a_
[B] But halitosis is all you're rocking steady.
You little fairy smelling on your flowers.
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers.
I hear you pooping on them [Bb] bagpipes Clyde.
But you said it best, there's no place to [B] hide.
What [Am] the fuck you [G] saying?
You're a pimp [C] whatever, [A] limb dick.
FedEx needs to rehearse, needs to reverse.
What he's saying, when the bass punk jumps [C] on your band.
Ripping off a bad kind of [B] bacon.
[C] That's so real, some [B] bacon.
You can't eat that [C] shit everyday Fred.
_ [F] Say what, say what?
You better watch your fucking mouth [Em] John.
_ So you heard [A] me.
It's not good as you.
You know what, you know what?
[Em] It's all in the family.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ You hate me.
You know what?
[Am] It's all in the [A] family.
_ Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice.
Throwing mimes at me like, oh shit alright.
But never mice.
You better run run while you [G] can.
You'll never fuck [C] me up biscuit.
[B] At least [C] I got a fat original fat.
Who's I, who's not, you better step back.
Going on the cop, you need [B] a new job.
Time [Bb] to take the mic skills, [B] back to the [Bb] dentist.
And buy yourself a new grill, your pumpkin pie.
I'll jack up in your [B] eye, climbing shoes and ladders.
While your ego shatters, but you just can't get away.
[Ab] Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
[A] _ _ I heard you. _ _ _
_ You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family.
You got it.
I heard you.
_ [Gb] You hate [Am] me.
You know what, you know what?
[A] It's all in the [Bb] family.
You call yourself a singer, you're more like Jerry Springer.
Your favorite band is Swinger, and all you eat is zingers.
You're like a fruity pebble, your favorite flag is Rebel.
It's just too bad that you're a faggot on [C] a lower level.
So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
You get butt-bopped by your Uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her [G] knees, waiting for your little [Bb] midnight.
Wait, where'd you get that little dance?
Like them idiots in [B] Waco, you're burning up in Paco.
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your [Bm] brother.
It's just too bad your [Bbm] father's mad, your mother's now your [G] lover.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ You've certainly got a heart, Mel.
[Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _ And you hate me.
_ You know what?
It's all in the family.
_ And I heard you.
_ [D] And you hate [A] me.
You know what?
It's all [F] in the family.
Fuck _ _ _ _ _ you.
And I'll fuck you.
_ Fuck you.
_ I'll fuck you.
And I'll eat you.
And I'll lick your little dick, mother fucker.
[Gm] Say what?
Say what?
_ Say [N] what? _

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