(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)