All radio is dead All radio is dead All radio is dead 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 baseball cap? You'd better step about ten paces back Or you'll be layin' where your shoe lace is at Go do what your momma told ya 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 'em "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'alls city But 'round here we getting down to the nitty gritty And I hate to put you out like that But you've been burning like a fire with a mouth like that Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a-ok (go) But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again (go) Let's break it down for a minute And roll it on up in 3rd 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 'Cuz I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger My 2-way pager's 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 laying in the bed you made Drinkin' haterade, think about it Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a-ok (go) But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again (go) 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) Let me guess, you ain't that impressed Mr. Halitosis of the breath Livin' lifestyles of the wish you would from the Back isles of the thrifty good, see I Got room to talk kid I've been laying this track since north cack-a-lack 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 with a vibe, and a Memory that can ease your pain like a Melody from Kurt Cobain, 'cuz 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 'Cuz the way you're livin' now 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 you're all that, and then some Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead) All radio is dead All radio is dead All radio is dead...