Relax Limp Bizkit

Relax, don't do it
Relax, don't be actin’ dumb
Relax, don't do it
Relax, here we go

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 baseball cap?
You’d better step about 10 paces back
Or you'll be layin’ where your shoe lace is at
Go do what your momma told ya
And don't be actin’ like a punk
Thinking 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 ‘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 it in y’all’s city
But around here we getting down to the nitty gritty
And I hate to put you out like that, punk
But you’ve been burning like a fire with a mouth like that

Why can't you see that I'm not that mad
I'm just so damn sick of all you haters
And if you try, give me one more reason why
Not to hit you in your eye, punk
Then I'll jump right to it
Relax, don't do it
Relax, don't be actin’ dumb
Relax, don't do it
Relax, here we go