Randy Prozac "Pulling The Media Dick Out Of Your Mind" (2015)

Produced by Randy Prozac

Budweiser, Me & Homeland Security

sometime I think what turns me on
was the way those buildings fell
cuz then i got to kill sand niggers
and live my full metal jackin' fantasy

i remember all them beers we slammed
inside that tank in them desert lands
we ran over that entire family
to the sound of ac/dc

taking random shots at civilians at night
plastic explosives on the red cross shacks
budweiser, me and homeland security

i got an erection for a severed head
shot some kids what a fuckin' mess
american jets dropping their bombs
it blew my load hearing ragheads scream
budweiser, me and homeland security

suicide bomber..
we watched him blow out his brains
we kicked his head like a soccer ball
yeah, they're all the same

we grabbed some woman, did some sinking the pink
on those quiet iraqi nights
and whatever she thought was wrong with that
was silently ended by a knife

i was sittin' on the tank wearing nothing at all
thinking about the american dream
budweiser, me and homeland security

i got an erection, driving through their homes
ran over their kids, heard their breakin' bones
american jets still droppin' bombs
break out the beer and crank the songs
budweiser, me and homeland security

i got an erection for that dead raghead girl
i was about to screw her when the sarge said "don't.."
sarge said, "I guess when you kill someone you just gotta let it be"
yeah, you're right sarge, i don't want to get h.i.v.
h.i.v. from a dead iraqi

Let Me Lick Your Money

let me lick your money
let me check your funds
i wanna taste your money
and tease it with my tongue

let me lick your money
slip you some legal tender
borrow what you need
i will be your lender

let me lick your money
until it makes you scream
money money money
making you double cream

let me lick your money
it's ok to get it wet
feel my money in you
the size of national debt

let me lick your money
until we both lose count
sucking on your dollars
i'll fuck your bank account

let me lick your money
hard cash in your purse
hold it in your hand
and feel me reimburse

let me lick your money
let me break your bill
i want to count your float
open up your till

let me lick your money
i've increased your rates
feel it in your pocket
as the interest inflates

let me lick your money
our currency exchanged
don't make any withdrawals
you can keep the change

let me lick your money
until it makes you scream
money money money
making you double cream

let me lick your money
it's ok to get it wet
feel my money in you
the size of national debt

let me lick your money
until we both lose count
sucking on your dollars
i'll fuck your bank account

let me lick your money
hard cash in your purse
hold it in your hand
and feel me reimburse

money money money
oh let me lick your money
some hard cold cash
feel your body thrash

money money money now
make sure it's the right amount
i want to have sex
with your bank account

money money money
oh let me lick your money
some hard cold cash
feel your body thrash

money money money now
make sure it's the right amount
i want to have sex
with your bank account

money money money
oh let me lick your money
some hard cold cash
feel your body thrash

money money money now
make sure it's the right amount
i want to have sex
with your bank account

Kill The Supervisor

kill the supervisor
in front of the employees
kill the supervisor
let the cameras record it
kill the supervisor

teach them the real world
and kill the supervisor
let them see it with open eyes
while you kill the supervisor

just let it happen
let it happen
but kill the supervisor
let go and let truth take control

while you kill the supervisor
no one will stop you
from killing the supervisor
so just let it happen, let it happen

and kill the supervisor
in front of the employees
kill the supervisor
let the cameras record it

and kill the supervisor
teach them all the real world
and kill the supervisor
let them see it with open eyes

while you

kill him
kill him
kill him
kill him

kill
the supervisor

kill
the supervisor

I Shoulda Been A Terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
i don't need an iphone, just strap a bomb to my chest

i shoulda been a terrorist
there's no better way to get those feelings expressed

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
public utility went up in flames

i shoulda been a terrorist
chemical explosion at the nfl game

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

i shoulda been a terrorist
exploding pieces of burning white trash

i shoulda been a terrorist
fucking your brains out as the space shuttles crash

i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist
i shoulda been a terrorist

In The Sewers Of Your Hearts

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't care who lives or dies
it's only useless data
flashing onto brain dead eyes

in the sewers of your hearts
you let corrupt fucks have their way
that makes you fucking guilty
when their soldiers kill babies

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't care who has to pay
you have your house and groceries
and your collection of blu-rays

in the sewers of your hearts
when there's injustice, look away
you want your world position
you want the poor to stay that way

in the sewers of your hearts
in the sewers of your hearts

in the sewers of your hearts
you let people starve to death
while you complain about your ego
and watch porn on the internet

in the sewers of your hearts
you are limited and blind
no better than the rodents
a disease of heart and mind

in the sewers of your hearts
you rationalize the systems lies
you support the mass corruption
with your well-adjusted lives

in the sewers of your hearts
you don't see the future coming
when all the roads lead to death
and you can go fuck your wealth

in the sewers of your hearts
you have fallen for the bait
so waste your life in a stupor
while they murder in your name

in the sewers of your hearts
in the sewers of your hearts