Creamer (Radio Is Dead)

All radio is dead

All radio is dead

All radio is dead

All radio is dead, dead, dead

Hey kid, who you lookin' at?

Why you standin' all up in my face like that, uh?

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 shoelace is at

Go do what your momma 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 9-1-1

Tell them "Stop at Hef's house on the way", kid

"Pick up some playmates but only if they're naked"

Don't know how y'all do in y'all's city

But 'round here we're 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-okay, oh-oh-oh-oh

But now and then, a cloud rolls in

Rains on my parade and then

Talkin' this and that again, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-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 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 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 that we go we watch it on the TiVo

And now you're layin' in the bed you made

Drinkin' Haterade, think about it

Take me back to yesterday

Rollin' dice and getting laid

Everything was a-okay, oh-oh-oh-oh