(all radio is dead)
Hey kid, who you lookin at?
Why you standin all up in my face like that?
You aint never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin on your babeball cap
You better step about ten paces back
Or youll be layin where your shoe laces at
Go do what your momma told you
And dont 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 hefs house on the way kid
Pick up some playmates but only if they naked
Dont 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 youve 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
Lets break it down for a minute
And roll it on up in third gear for a minute
I got the 21s bumpin on my benz, and
I got girlies in the back seat rubbin on my friends, and
I dont really give a fuck about
What these player hatin pussies give a fuck about
cause im 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 aint got it then admit it:
Its 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 youre 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 youre all that, and then some
Ive got news for you (all radio is dead)
So youre thinkin that youre all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
(the radio is dead)
Let me guess, you aint 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 its all gonna end
And ya, never know when youll call on a friend
So you better take a step to prepare yourself
cause the way youre livin now, aint good for your health
Thinkin that youre all that, and then some
Ive got news for you (all radio is dead)
So youre thinkin that youre all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
Thinkin that youre all that, and then some
Ive got news for you (all radio is dead)
So youre thinkin that youre all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
(all radio is dead)
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