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neuronal lollipops automatic foam - randy prozac lyrics

“here… have another orange cream bar, i can see you’re feeling weird
so, instead of popsicle music, i am going to play you some creamsicle music!
how about that? yeah! that will help make you feel better
pretty good hey? ok… we have to check in at the studio for a few minutes
the deep freezes need replenishing and you can meet my buddy!
he helps make popsicle music, he is a producer of sorts… you’ll like him, he’s a cool dude
hold on… he’s gotta let us in”
“what’s the password?”
“uh… don’t drop the soap”
“what else?”
“um… promese… prome… promession emerald wizard?”
“promession? haha! what the f*ck is that?
you’re f*cking stupid, you know that?
get it right for f*cks sake or i’m going back to beating my meat
and you can stand out there until you get enriched!”
“uh… promethean emerald tablet”
“where’d you get the kid? you better not be ringing up more debt on that credit card”
“this is johnny… he’s helping me find mr. noodles
we came here to reload the truck and i wanted johnny to see how popsicle music is made”
“uh, don’t listen to him kid, he’s taken more acid in his life than that cia project woodstock
if he starts talking about the f*ggot dog, don’t believe a word he says… it isn’t him talking, it’s the cia
popsicle music is f*cking garbage, but it’s what sells to the sh*theads these days
plus, it’s been mandated by the government maid program for use in the sarco pods, so it’s what we gotta do
but listen to this, kid, i wrote this last night, this is the real sh*t!”
i’m a rich white anti*capitalist
i stand up for the natives, but i don’t give a sh*t
got money in the bank but i pretend to be poor
i’m the white savior, i go slumming in the sewer
i hate white people, i hate myself too
i’ll redirect my self loathing onto you
i blame it on the whites but i won’t name the jew
i blame it on the whites but i won’t name the jew
i’m a rich white anti*capitalist
i stand up for the natives, but i don’t give a sh*t
latest iphone in my hand, and i love reddit
“ok, ok! that’s enough…
anyway… we’re setting him up for the next album since that dogsh*t happy puppies dancing album didn’t pan out”
“yeah i know… the happy puppies dancing album failed… that’s because we took way too much acid during that one”
mr. noodles was freaking out and seeing everything in microscopic triplicate
“yeah, it was a miracle he could even play the synthesizers because they were totally melting into electronic spaghetti
i could barely sing the songs because the microphone wouldn’t stop wiggling! the microphone had a foreskin!
my brain was like a bag of english licorice in a microwave! but yeah it flopped
i blame the cia for that because they didn’t give it much of a push, they didn’t promote the record at all”
“that album sucked and you were way too high to be anywhere near a recording studio
your eyes were black holes and you f*cked the whole thing up
it was supposed to be for disney+ kids shows normalizing pedophilia
but instead you made it all about that f*ggot dog and it was completely unworkable!
not one teacher’s union or school board would buy that sh*t, not one! not even the public libraries wanted it!
“that’s why we’re here! we’re trying to find mr. noodles, because he got lost again and we can’t find him!
we thought maybe you might know where he went… do you know where mr. noodles went?”
“i already told you, i gave your f*ggot dog to some betamax sl*t i was banging years ago
last i heard, she threw him out the window of a highrise apartment… after that, who cares?”
“oh no! not mr. noodles!”
“eh, f*ck mr. noodles… just take more of that acid and you won’t care when mr. noodles gets run over by a lawnmower”
“mr. noodles is gone?
no! mr. noodles is not gone! outrage! outrage!”
“kid, you gotta understand just how much lsd this guy has in his system
massive megadoses… apollo astronaut level… enough to truly believe you’re on the f*cking moon walking around
the fact that he can even keep his sh*t together at this level is why he was chosen for the project
i’ll try to explain… the ears and brain don’t detect popsicle music outright… only in a superficial way
however, the central nervous system subconsciously responds and this is how we achieve deep penetration
the mk is baked directly into the frequencies for maximum social engineering and it’s completely invisible!
it is like the music itself is wearing a secondary electromagnetic skin
a pharmaceutical frequency sac that’s able to embed onto the spinal cord’s electrical signals
once it’s there, it becomes unremovable and a radical tranceformation has occurred
the general population doesn’t know what’s happening… and it doesn’t even know that it doesn’t even know
i work in biotech for the black labs designing auto*immune diseases to sell to the pharmaceutical corporations… it’s big money!
popsicle music has a lot of backing from the jew bankers and the tavistock institute, so it’s gotta be top notch!
we’ve got different genres of popsicle music for numerous demographics
joggers, teachers, pedos, antifa… you name it, we got it covered
check it out, here’s one we’re working on right now… this one was sanctioned by netflix and darpa
it will be used in numerous children’s programming to help loosen up their neurons for the groomers”
“wasn’t that fun, johnny? ok… we better hit the road and keep searching for mr. noodles
here, have some popsicle scribblers, i know those are among your favorites”
and then they drove back into the night under the oppressive light of the full moon

- randy prozac lyrics

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