Creamer (Radio Is Dead)
(专辑: Results May Vary - 2003)
(All radio is dead) Hey kid, who you looking at? Why you standing all up in my face like that? You ain't never seen a
baseball bat? A
maniac knocking on your babeball cap You better step about ten paces back Or you'll be laying where your shoe lace is at Go do what your momma told you And don't be acting like a
punk, thinking you're a
soldier I
see you got 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'all's city But 'round here we're 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 Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A-OK oh But now and then a
cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again, oh Let's break it down for a
minute And roll it on up in 3rd gear for a
minute I
got the
21's rubbing on my Benz, and I
got girlies in the
back seat rubbing on my friends, and I
don't really give a
fuck about What these player-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 Prévost Everywhere that we go we watch it on the
TiVo And now you're laying in the
bed you made Drinking haterade, think about it Take me back to yesterday Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A-OK oh But now and then a
cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again, go Leave, thinking that you're all that, and then some I've 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) (The radio is dead) Let me guess, you ain't that impressed Mr. halitosis of the
breath Living 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 phat laces, spinning 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 '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 living now, ain't good for your health Thinking that you're all that, and then some I've 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've 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)