violent j – fuck the radio lyrics
[verse 1: bonez dubb]
f+ck all that corruption of the brain
i’m thinkin’ that if i feel it again, i feel pain
somebody tell these motherf+ckers what they playin’ is wack
you can’t tell me what to bump, that ain’t no hit in fact
that’s a miss, i only diss because of this
hand me what you bumpin’ ’cause i wanna take a p+ss
callin’ motherf+ckers out, but the funny thing is
the radio is gone like cassettes and zip disk
i’ll run up in your booth and burn that b+tch down
and be like “how you gonna play that bullsh+t now?”
it make my ears hurt, so tune this in, yo
request up these nuts and serve ’em to your chin, ho
oh no, don’t be scurry
switch cd’s in a hurry so i don’t feel like i’m sick
i wish that the radio wasn’t a b+tch
but you probably censor me when i say f+ck your playlist anyway
[chorus]
caller number one, you’re on the line (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!
caller number one, you’re on the line (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck you! i hate you!
caller number two, you’re comin’ through (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!
caller number two, you’re comin’ through (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio!
[verse 2: violent j]
hi, my name’s j, i’m callin’ in to say f+ck you
and f+ck the assh0l+s tunin’ in too
go slurp a c+cksicle, fake+ass fickle+ass fools
you’re phonies with no freedom, you don’t break rules
look at us, won’t stop, won’t go plop
won’t flop, not wanted in rock or hip hop
don’t need no singles (nope) or three+month jingles (nope)
and still we move more copies than kinko’s (woo)
so tell your program director to l!ck my clowny scr+t+m
don’t play our sh+t, b+tch, and tell him i told him
i hate you dj’s, i hate fake laughin’ at your stale jokes
[standards?] from the fifties [so are my?] rich old folks
you’re so sh+tty and weak, we don’t need your power
the hatchet broadcast louder than your tower
me and bonez transmittin’ from the underground
where the uncut organic real talent is found
[chorus]
caller number one, you’re on the line (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!
caller number one, you’re on the line (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck you! i hate you!
caller number two, you’re comin’ through (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!
caller number two, you’re comin’ through (eat a d+ck, b+tch!)
f+ck the radio!
[outro: violent j]
hey, we’re back, lettin’ you know that we’ll be right back
(f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!)
what do ya wanna hear? some paris
no, we can’t, but we’ve got some paris hilton comin’ right up!
(f+ck the radio! f+ck you! i hate you!)
we’re gonna get into some bullsh+t, on bullsh+t 95
(f+ck the radio! f+ck the radio!)
nothin’ wild ever happens here! we’re censored, on the edge!
(f+ck the radio! f+ck you! i hate you!)
we only play what’s on the list
we’ll get fired for even thinkin’ about playin’ somethin’ cool
it’s p+ssy sh+t all day long
no adventure
no originality
ain’t no freshness ever, puke 102, we stay sh+tty for ya
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