Creamer ( Radio Is Dead )

(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)