Creamer (Radio Is Dead)

(All radio is dead)

(All radio is dead)

(A-a-a-a-all radio is dead)

(Dead, dead, dead)

Hey kid, who you lookin' at?

Why you standin' all up in my face like that? (Huh)

You ain't never seen a baseball bat?

A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap

You better step about ten paces back

Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at

Go do what your mama told you

And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' 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 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 Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it

All around the world in this '45 Prevost

Everywhere we go we watch it on the TiVo

And now you're layin' on 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)

(R-r-r-r-radio is d-dead)

(Radio, radio, radio is dead)

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed

Mister, halitosis 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 five

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'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, all, all radio is dead)

(All, all, all r-r-r-radio is d-dead)

(Radio, radio, radio is dead)

(All, all)

(All, all)

(All, all, all, all, all, all radio is de-de-dead)

(All, all, all, all radio is dead)

(All, all, all, all radio is de-de-dead)

(All, all, all, all, all)