Creamer

(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 babeball cap

You better step about ten paces back

Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at

Go do what your momma told you

And don't be actin' like a punk thinkin' your a soldier

I see you got yourself a cell phone i got a number you can dial son make it 911

Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid

Pick up some playmates but only if they naked

Don't know how you do in your city

But 'round here we 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 o k oh

But now and then a cloud rolls in

Rains on my parade and then

Talkin' this and that again 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 bumpin' on my benz and

I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends and

I don't really give a f**k about

What these player hatin' pussies give a f**k 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 limpbizkit time for you to get it

All around the world and this 45 pre-low

Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo

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

Drinkin' hatorade think about it

Take me back to yesterday

Rollin' dice and getting laid

Everything was a o k oh

But now and then a cloud rolls in

Rains on my parade and then

Talkin' this and that again go

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)

(the radio is dead)

Let me guess you ain't that impressed

Mister hale - tosis of the breath

Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would

From the back isles of the thrifty-good

See i i got room to talk kid

I been layin' this track since north cackilack

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 triple 5

And a memory that can easy your pain