A&R

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Ay, they thought we weren't gonna talk shit

Hahaha, yeah right

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Yo, the industry's dead, I killed it

It's locked away in my basement, can you smell it?

I wrote this for myself so I could care less if you feel it

Maybe you get it but won't admit it

'Cause you're working for the big label

The one that puts food on your table but keeps on your cable

I got a question, how much dick did you have to suck

To try to be financially stable?

And now I know that creative control

Is just some bullshit line for some corporate assholes

So I'm staying true, saying fuck you

Yeah I'm talking shit but what the fuck you gonna do?

Not a damn thing

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

It's me, Johnny na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Necro

I've been rocking shows from Petaluma to Cologne

Back to MNO, cutting records on my own

Pouring our heart and soul all over these pages

Rocking stage to stage for minimum wages

Seriously Mr. A&R, who do you think you are

To tell me this record ain't up to par?

Sitting in your big office behind your big desk

When it comes to music, you could really care less

When you hear this you'll probably say, "Hmm, I must not get it"

But when you hear this hook, I guarantee you don't forget it

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Ay, maybe I should just change my name to The Bee

Then like The Hives and The Vines, labels would be into me

Fuck that, and I'm sick of all that faggot ass emo crap

Radio stations, don't get me started

Half y'all program directors are just plain retarded

Whoo, you're getting me crazy now

And the M in MTV, you better believe that just stands for money

And if you ain't spending it, they ain't playing it

And if your label ain't feeling it, you ain't getting it

So don't give in to the corporate tactics

So if it's into your underground, you better back it

Fuck it, you might as well just jack it

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Fuck you Mr. A&R

You think you can keep me from being a star (Uh-uh)

Fuck you Mr. Record Exec

You think I'm gonna change, you can suck my dick

Fuck you

Yeah, yeah

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Yo, I wanna give a shout-out to Suburban Noize

For letting me say what the fuck I want

OPM (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

Johnny Necro, Casper

But I ain't taking no more shit from anybody either

Fuck 'em

Punk motherfuckers

Yeah, ay, where the fuck did the "ooh-oohs" go, dog?

There ain't no more "ooh-oohs" in this motherfucker?

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Alright then

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh