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
But now and then, a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, go-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

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)
Radio is de-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 layin' this track since North Cack-a-lack
And the very first day that you fell out the sack
I was in some phat 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 '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)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, William Frederick Durst