(all radio is dead)
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Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
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Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
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You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
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A maniac knockin' on your babeball cap
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You better step about ten paces back
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Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at
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Go do what your momma told you
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And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' your a soldier
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I see you got a cell phone, i got a number you can dial son, make it 911
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Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid
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Pick up some playmates but only if they naked
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Don't know how you do in your city
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But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty
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And i hate to put you out like that
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But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that
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Take me back to yesterday
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Rollin' dice and getting laid
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Everything was a.o.k. oh...
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But now and then a cloud rolls in
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Rains on my parade and then
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Talkin' this and that again, oh
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Let's break it down for a minute
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And roll it on up in third gear for a minute
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I got the 21's bumpin' on my benz, and
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I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and
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I don't really give a fuck about
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What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about
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'cause i'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
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My two-way pager is lookin' for some danger
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Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
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Everybody get your groove on if you have one
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And if you ain't got it then admit it:
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It's limpbizkit, time for you to get it
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All around the world and this 45 prevost
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Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo
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And now you're layin' in the bed you made
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Drinkin' hatorade, think about it
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Take me back to yesterday
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Rollin' dice and getting laid
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Everything was a.o.k. oh...
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But now and then a cloud rolls in
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Rains on my parade and then
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Talkin' this and that again, go
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Leave, thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
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(the radio is dead)
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Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
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Mister, hale - tosis of the breath
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Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would
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From the back isles of the thrifty-good
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See i, i got room to talk, kid
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I been layin' this track since north cackilack
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And the very first day that you fell out the sack
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I was in some fat laces, spinnin' on my back
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Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
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Let me put some funk in the trunk, triple 5
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And a memory that can easy your pain
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Like a melody from kurt cobain
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'cause ya', never know when it's all gonna end
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And ya', never know when you'll call on a friend
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So you better take a step to prepare yourself
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'cause the way you're livin' now, ain't good for your health
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Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
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Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
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I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
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So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
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Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
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(all radio is dead)
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Creamer (Radio Is Dead)
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| Limp Bizkit |
