Creamer (radio is dead) de Limp Bizkit

(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 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
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 fuck about
what these player hatin' pussies give a fuck 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 prevost
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
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
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)
(all radio is dead)

(toda la radio está muerta)
Eh, chaval, a quién miras?
por qué estás tan pegado a mi cara?
nunca has visto un bate de béisbol?
un maníaco llamando a tu gorra de béisbol
más te vale dar diez pasos atrás
o estarás tirado donde están tus cordones
ve y haz lo que te dijo tu madre
y no te pongas a hacer el gallito, pensando que eres un soldado
veo que tienes un móvil, tengo un número que puedes marcar, hijo, hazlo 911
dile que se pare en casa de Hef por el camino
que recojan algunos colegas pero solo si están desnudos
no sé cómo se hacen las cosas en tu ciudad
pero aquí nos estamos metiendo en lo más profundo del asunto
y odio tener que despreciarte así
pero has estado ardiendo como fuego con una boca así
Devuélveme a ayer
tirando dados y ligando
todo era
pero de vez en cuando llega una nube
llueve sobre mi fiesta y luego
hablando de esto y aquello otra vez, oh
Desglosemos esto por un minuto
y subamos marcha a tercera durante un momento
tengo los 21 sonando en mi Benz, y
tengo chicas en el asiento trasero acariciando a mis amigos, y
realmente no me importa un pimiento sobre
lo que estos envidiosos piensen o digan,
(porque soy un guardabosques nocturno, nunca he sido extraño)
mi beeper busca algo de peligro,
zoolander, te golpeo con el Magnum.
Todo el mundo ponga su ritmo si tiene uno,
y si no lo tienes entonces admítelo:
es Limp Bizkit, es hora de que lo consigas.
Por todo el mundo y este 45 prevost,
donde quiera que vamos lo miramos en el Tivo,
y ahora estás tumbado en la cama que hiciste,
bebiendo Hatorade, piénsalo.
Devuélveme a ayer,
tirando dados y ligando.
Todo era
pero de vez en cuando llega una nube,
llueve sobre mi fiesta y luego
hablando de esto y aquello otra vez. Ve...

Vete, pensando que eres la bomba y mucho más.

Así que estás pensando que eres la bomba? y además?

(la radio está muerta)

mister halitosis del aliento;..

viviendo vidas también desearía tenerlas.;

desde los pasillos traseros del Thrifty-Good;

verás yo tengo margen para hablar,chaval;!{{}}.

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I been layin' this track since North Cackilack;