Limp Bizkit — Relax

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 Now let's take ‘em to the limit Roll it on up in 3rd gear for a minute I got the 21’s rubbin’ 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 ‘cuz I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger The 2-way pager’s lookin’ for some danger Zoolander, hit ‘em with the Magnum Everybody get your groove on, if you have one And if you ain't got it then admit it It's Limp Bizkit! Time for you to get it All around the world in this 45 Prévost Headed to the disco, [incomprehensible] in Frisco And now you're laying in the bed you made Too much haterade, punk, you better think about it 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 I'm feelin' lonely I'm feelin' like no one will ever know me I'm feelin' like these stones you people throw They live inside and grow You make me feel like I'm so alive I'm so happy I'm alive I'm so happy that I make the haters cry Yeah, come on I'm so happy I'm alive I'm so happy that I make the haters cry Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on I'm so happy I'm alive I'm so happy that I make the haters cry 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