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Limp Bizkit

(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)

Hey kid, who you looking at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knocking on your baseball cap?
You better step about 10 paces back
Or you'll be layin' where your shoelaces at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin' like a punk

Thinking you're a soldier
I see you got yourself 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're naked
Don't know how you do in your city
But 'round here we're getting downto the nitty gritty
And I hate to put you out like that
But you been burnin' like a fire
With a mouth like that

Take me back to yesterday
Rolling dice and getting laid
Everything was a-ok, oooh
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again, oooh

Let's brake it down for a minute
And roll it all 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 this playa' hating pussies give a fuck about
'Cause I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
My two-way pager is looking 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 prevost
Everywhere that we go, we watch it on the Tivo
And now you're laying in the bed you made
Drinking Hatorade think about it

Take me back to yesterday
Rolling dice and getting laid
Everything was a-ok, oooh
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again
Go away

Thinking that you're all that and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that you're all that and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)

(Radio is dead)
(Radio is dead)

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mr. Hale-tosis of the breath
Living lifestyles of the wish-you-would
From the back isles of the thrifty-good
See ya got room to talk kid
I been layin' this track since North Cackillac
In the very first day that you fell off 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 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 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
(Ain't good for your health)

Thinking that you're all that and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that you're all that and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
Thinking that you're all that and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that your all that and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)

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