Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Hey you fucking pig
Eating lobster on your acreage
Seven figure salary
And your city boysclub elite
I'd like to cut your throat today
And cut off your hands
And throw them away
We don't need your disgusting need
To take more than your fellow being
A wretched pukestain that should die
And no one would even ask me why
Your parents should have killed you at birth
And done a service to the fucking earth
But the idiot people are too stupid
They romanticize things they can't explain
Like how we got to be in this place
And the pathetic fate of the human race
Rolling with the city boys
And whores and hottub booze and gash
I'd like to get you in the shadows
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
And stab
Everyone should come for you
And tear apart your corpse
Everyone should kill your children
Drown them like rats
But the people are too stupid
To ever do anything but die
A wretched pukestain that should die
And no one will ever ask me why
Strangled In Baby Monitor Cords was written by Randy Prozac.
Strangled In Baby Monitor Cords was produced by Randy Prozac.