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