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: Korn - "All In The Family"










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All In The Family

Korn



6-string tuned (low to high: {E} {B} {G} {D} {A} E).
                      
 Riff 1        Riff 2
|| -----00---------0------| |-----------| 
|| -----55---------5-0----| |-----------| 
|| ------------------3----| |-----------| 
|| -----------------------| |---6/12----| 
|| --0-------00-----------| |---6/12----| 
|| --0-------00-----------| |---4/10----|
Guitar 1A
|| ----------------------------------------|
|| ----------------------------------------|
|| --12--12---12--12---12--12---12-12--12--|
|| --12--12---12--12---12--12---12-12--12--|
|| ----------------------------------------|
|| ----------------------------------------|
Guitar 2A
|| --1212-----------12-13--------------|
|| -----------12-11-----------11-------|
|| ------------------------------------|
|| ------------------------------------|
|| ------------------------------------|
|| ------------------------------------|
Guitar 1B Guitar 2B
|| -------| |--9/15---|  
|| -------| |---------| 
|| --4-4--| |---------|
|| --4-4--| |---------|                    
|| --2-2--| |---------|                        
                                  
Order                               
(Riff 1)12x [(Guitar 1A 1x)(Guitar 2A 4x)] (guitar 1B and 2B)8x
(Riff 2)2x (Riff 1)8x play above reversed 1x
(Riff 1)8x [(G 1A 1x {G} 2A 2x)] (1B 2B)4x [(G 1A 1x {G} 2A 2x)] (1B 2B)4x
(Riff 1)16x

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Tuning:Whole Step Down (DGCFAD)

Fig1 (Chorus and Intro/Outro riff)
Both Guitars 
|------------------------|
|------------------------|
|------11-11-----10------|
|-9-9--10-10-9-9--9--10--|
|-9-9--9--9--8-8--8--10--|
|-7-7--------7-7-----8---|
Fig2 (Fred's Verse riff)
|-19-18-------17-16-----|
|-------17-16-------15--|
|-----------------------|
|-----------------------|
|-----------------------|
|-----------------------|
Fig3 (Jon's Verse riff)
Guitar1      Guitar 2
|----------|-9--15-15--|
|----------|-----------|
|----------|-----------|
|-9--9--9--|-----------|
|-9--9--9--|-----------|
|-7--7--7--|-----------|

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All In The Family

 

Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?
Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi...
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga...
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 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 faggot ho. Please give
me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid,
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 tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, 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. 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 shit every day, Fred.

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.

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 fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes
at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll
never fuck 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: Fuck 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 gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

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 Fruity Pebble, your
favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's
on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' 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.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?