Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
  Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
  You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
  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 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 [bad word]  on my friends, and
  I don't really give a [bad word] about
  What these player hatin' pussies give a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  triple 5
  And a memory that can easy 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)