(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)