Da Lench Mob
Turn Off the Radio
[Intro]
A message to the Oreo cookie: No matter how much you wanna switch, here's what they think about you!

[Sample]
“You gold teeth, gold chain wearing, fried chicken and biscuit eating monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast running, high jumping, spear chucking, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree basketball dunking, t**sun, spade, mulignan... Go the f**k back to Africa--Go the f**k back to Africa--Go the f**k back to Africa!”

[Interlude]
Think about it, f**kin' sellout!
Here we go on station 103.787 and we're listening to…
We won't be listening to, uh...
Ice Cube, AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted
Because that’s bullsh*t, get that sh*t outta here
Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B—
Where the motherf**king plug at? I'm about to disconnect his a**!
Turn off that motherf**king radio!

[Verse 1]
Turn on the radio, take a listen
What you're missing
Personally I'm sick of the a**-kissing
What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation
Nowhere in the nation
Program directors and DJ's ignored me
'Cause I simply said "F**k Top Forty
And Top Thirty, Top Twenty and Top Ten!"
Until you put more hip-hop in
Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the scene
And go and diss me in a magazine
How could you figure the brother could dig ya?
DJ face down in the river
No, it's not a threat but a promise
I'm as crazy as they come see
Mama didn't love me
All I got is my nine
And to calm the savage beast here's the Alpine

[Interlude]
Disaster...
Turn off that bullsh*t!
Turn off that motherf**king radio!
Turn off that bullsh*t!
Turn off that motherf**king radio!
Turn off that bullsh*t!
Play the music motherf**ker put the music on
Damn!
[Verse 2]
Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute
Yo G, stick a f**king tape in it!
'Cause all the radio do is gangle
That R&B love triangle
If you're out there kicking it with the brothers
You don't care about lovers
You wanna hear a young n***a on the mic going buck wild
Throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That's where I'm coming from
Reality: that's what they're running from
So if you're down with Ice Cube, let me know that you know
Yo, turn off the radio

[Interlude]
You know what? You know what?
Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don't know what the f**k they're doing
I hate those f**kers, I hate 'em!
Especially that one guy
The AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted; Ice Cube—I hate that f**ker!
Get him off the air, get him off, get him off
Get that rap sh*t out of here!
N***a, get me a gat, so I can smoke this motherf**ker!

[Outro]
Hello?
Hi, this is D.E.L
Hey, I'm calling from 3838 Twin Oaks Way
Yeah, I just wanted to call to say f**k the radio!