Creamer (Radio Is Dead) Limp Bizkit

[Intro]
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)
(All radio is dead)

[Verse 1]
Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that, huh?
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 yourself 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 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

[Pre-Chorus]
Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a-okay, oh
But now and then, a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, oh