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
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