(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that, huh?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap?
You better step about ten paces back
Or you'll be layin' where your shoelace is at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' you're a soldier
I see yourself got a cell phone
I got a number you can dial son, make it 9-1-1
Tell 'em "Stop at Hef's house on the way" kid
"Pick up some playmates but only if they're naked"
Don't know how y'all do in y'all's city
But 'round here, we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty
And I hate to put you out like that
But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that
Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a-okay, oh
But now and then, a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, oh
Let's break it down for a minute
And roll it on up in third gear for a minute
I got the 21's rubbin' on my Benz, and
I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and
I don't really give a fuck about
What these player-hatin' pussies give a fuck about
'Cause I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
My two-way pager is lookin' for some danger
Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
Everybody get your groove on, if you have one
And if you ain't got it, then admit it:
It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it
All around the world in this 45 Prévost
Everywhere that we go, we watch it on the TiVo
And now you're layin' in the bed you made
Drinkin' Haterade, think about it
Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a-okay, oh
But now and then, a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, go
Leave
Thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
I've got news for you (All radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
Man, I got news for you (All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mr. halitosis of the breath
Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would
From the back isles of the thrifty-good
See, I got room to talk, kid
I've been layin' this track since North Cack-a-lack
And the very first day that you fell out the sack
I was in some phat laces, spinnin' on my back
Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
Let me put some funk in the trunk with a vibe
And a memory that can ease your pain
Like a melody from Kurt Cobain
'Cause ya never know when it's all gonna end
And ya never know when you'll call on a friend
So you better take a step to prepare yourself
'Cause the way you're livin' now ain't good for your health
Thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
I've got news for you (All radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
Man, I got news for you (All radio is dead)
Thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
I've got news for you (All radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some?
Man, i got news for you (All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead, radio is head)