(all radio is dead)
Hey kid, who you lookin´ at?
Why you standin´ all up in my face like that?
You ain´t never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin´ on your babeball cap
You better step about ten paces back
Or you´ll be layin´ where your shoe laces at
Go do what your momma told you
And don´t be actin´ like a punk, thinkin´ your a soldier
I see you got a cell phone, i got a number you can dial son, make it 911
Tell ´em stop at hef´s house on the way kid
Pick up some playmates but only if they naked
Don´t know how you do in your city
But ´round here we 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.o.k. 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 bumpin´ 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 limpbizkit, time for you to get it
All around the world and this 45 prevost
Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo
And now you´re layin´ in the bed you made
Drinkin´ hatorade, think about it
Take me back to yesterday
Rollin´ dice and getting laid
Everything was a.o.k. 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)
(the radio is dead)
Let me guess, you ain´t that impressed
Mister, hale - tosis of the breath
Livin´ lifestyles of the wish-you-would
From the back isles of the thrifty-good
See i, i got room to talk, kid
I been layin´ this track since north cackilack
And the very first day that you fell out the sack
I was in some fat laces, spinnin´ on my back
Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
Let me put some funk in the trunk, triple 5
And a memory that can easy 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)