Fuck The Radio

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bonez Dubb] Fuck all that corruption of the brain I'm thinkin' that if I feel it again, I feel pain Somebody tell these motherfuckers 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 piss Callin' motherfuckers out, but the funny thing is The radio is gone like cassettes and Zip disks I'll run up in your booth and burn that bitch down And be like "How you gonna play that bullshit 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 bitch But you probably censor me when I say "Fuck your playlist" anyway [Chorus: Violent J] Caller number one, you're on the line (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Caller number one, you're on the line (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck you! I hate you! Caller number two, you're comin' through (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Caller number two, you're comin' through (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! [Verse 2: Violent J] Hi, my name's J, I'm callin' in to say fuck you And fuck the assholes tunin' in too Go slurp a cocksicle, 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 lick my clowny scrotum Don't play our shit, bitch, 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 shitty 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: Violent J] Caller number one, you're on the line (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Caller number one, you're on the line (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck you! I hate you! Caller number two, you're comin' through (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Caller number two, you're comin' through (Eat a dick, bitch!) Fuck the radio! [Outro: Violent J] Hey, we're back, lettin' you know that we'll be right back (Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio!) What do ya wanna hear? Some Paris No, we can't, but we've got some Paris Hilton comin' right up! (Fuck the radio! Fuck you! I hate you!) We're gonna get into some bullshit, on Bullshit 95 (Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio!) Nothin' wild ever happens here! We're censored, on The Edge! (Fuck the radio! Fuck 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 pussy shit all day long No adventure No originality Ain't no freshness ever, Puke 102, we stay shitty for ya