Necro Social Oblivion

Randy Prozac "Necro Social Oblivion" (2010)

Produced By Randy Prozac

Big Truck Small Cock

feeling so big in my brand new truck
brain's real small but don't give a fuck
check the size of my king fucking cab
working on the pipeline's a cash fucking grab

three weeks on and one week off
all this cash makes me wanna jerk off
now i'm driving down to the city
grab a meth whore and fuck her shitty

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

heading back now to jerk some more pipe
fucking fumes killed all the wildlife
but who cares i love my car
gets me laid when i'm at the bar

looks like it's gonna be a wicked night
pocket full of money and looking for a fight
motherfucker's staring from across the hall
i'll fuck his old lady in the toilet stall

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

i don't care about ecological damage
i'm a working man, where's my corn beef sandwich
this city's too small for my truck
indian bitch traded meth for a suck

i'm the man and i'm taking it all
food bank family can lick my ball
i'm the king in my big fucking truck
my cock is small but money gets it sucked

i'm a truck driving faggot man
getting rich from raping the land
cuz of my job the poor can't afford
to feed their families who become my whores

Skintight Greed Puppet

i want diamonds, i want gold
i want sportscar, i feel old
give me, give me, more and more
stylish clothes from department store

i want dinners, i want movies
i want presents, i want babies
give me, give me, more and more
freshly waxed my hardwood floor

i want money, i want fame
i want things that end my pain
give me, give me, more and more
my sunglasses are starting to bore

i want beaches, i want phones
i want things so i don't feel alone
give me, give me, more and more
my escargot spilled on the floor

i want lobster, i want steak
i want foie gras and cheesecake
give me, give me, more and more
i think i'll open a trendy store

i want necklace, i want watch
i want what no others got
give me, give me, more and more
filled my prescription at the drug store

i want hand bag, i want shoe
i want things so i feel like you

Mechanical Man

i was a man but now i'm machine
i was created by the military
i've been enhanced by technology
i'm programmed to kill without mercy

set me loose in a foreign country
i kill everything my electronic eyes see
hide all you want i can see through your walls

i record avi so i can rewatch all my kills
i'll kill not just you but your whole street
nothing can stop me and you're my dead meat

i am a programmed mechanical man
i kill who i'm told and i'm under command
my hands are now knives and my head is a gun
only pieces remain when i get the job done

i'll crash through your door like a mechanical bull
kick off your head like a fucking football

walls covered in blood before you can scream
kill your children with my lawnmower machine

my legs can run faster than all of your cars
my skin interchangeable i can be anyone

i am a programmed mechanical man
i kill who i'm told and i'm under command
my hands are now knives and my head is a gun
only pieces remain when i get the job done

i'll electrocute you just by shaking your hand
poisonous toxins flow through my glands

cut me in half and i'll grow back together
i'm radioactive so from me you'll get cancer

i don't need to sleep i don't need to eat
i'm proud to be a u.s. marine

i am a programmed mechanical man
i kill who i'm told and i'm under command
my hands are now knives and my head is a gun
only pieces remain when i get the job done

Stick Your Bank Card Up Your Ass

standing in line at the grocery whore
color coded objects make me look to the floor

billboard's fucking with my head again
caught some sort of plague from the bulk food bin

a hundred fifty dollars for two fucking bags
wasn't even worth it, having to be around those fags

working joe redneck stocking up on meat
anorexic secretary you can her heart beat

manchurian superdad buying shit for lawns
you know who with the glassy eyes buying chemicals for bombs

toxic vapors pouring from detergent aisle
low grade poison garbage that isn't even on sale

carcinogenic breads, endless row after row
stagnant metalized beverages, gone putrid beyond vile

mummified meats that cause cancer full of fat
plasticized fruits you couldn't feed to a rat

happy mk music piped in from the beyond
tired dying people that truly have been conned

Facebook Gave You Cancer

blu-ray cause cancer
the car cause cancer
your food causes cancer
organic food cause cancer

water causes cancer
the fresh air is full of cancer
a sunny day of cancer
a rainy day cancer

that cellphone causes cancer
and a bankcard gave you cancer
and your keyboard gave you cancer
the internet cancer

everything got you cornered
protest left right center
they got you cornered
you'll never stop them

bitch and moan facebook punk
talk and talk neutralized drunk
that's why cellphone gave you cancer
and facebook gave you cancer

and that keyboard gave you cancer
and then the internet gave you cancer
then the water gave you cancer
and the fresh air is full of cancer

that sunny day is full of cancer
on that rainy day i got cancer
bought a bluray it gave me cancer
and those cars caused cancer

all that corporate food gave you cancer
and organic food gave you cancer
everything's got you cornered
protest left right LOL

got you cornered you'll never stop them
so bitch and moan, shut your fucking problem
now the bankcard gave you cancer
and your bluray gave you cancer
and my ipod gave me cancer
and the internet gave me cancer