People is sick and tired of hearing, "Darling, I bloodclaat love you"

You turn on the fucking radio, twenty-four bumboclaat hours a day

You hear, "Darling I love you"

I sick and tired of hearing that bumbo-bloodclaat-

Turn on the radio, take a listen, what you missing?

Real shit. How did we get to this position?

I can't believe the bullshit these man are spinning

Candyland bands all smiling and grinning

Meanwhile the whole country is hurting

There's a world outside, pull back the curtain

That don't revolve around your unrequited love

And how her touch is like a drug - pussy shut the fuck up

Lack of substance guiding the masses

While real people surviving on rations

Write a smash hit while the country is crashing

Your radio single lacks passion. Turn it off

Turn off the radio

Turn off that bullshit

Turn off the radio

Turn off that bullshit

Turn off the radio, they won't play this

Bands singing all day long but don't say shit

Streaming's just as bad - I gotta remix

Two white boys to make the New Punk playlist

It's too urban, it's too this, too that

What they wanna say is too Black (Too bumboclaat Black for them)

I guess real don't get rotation

So fuck your radio station. Turn it off

Turn off the radio

Turn off that bullshit

Turn off the radio

Turn off that bullshit

I am not singing darling I bloodclaat love you (Turn off the radio)

And come shake my rass (Turn off that bullshit)

And I'll swim the ocean and climb the mountain (Turn off the radio)

Seen because I am going to kill the fuckery out there (Turn off that bullshit)

Turn off the radio, turn off the radio

Turn off the radio, turn off the radio

Turn off the radio, turn off the radio

Turn off the radio, turn that shit off