All Of Front’s Lyrics

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A Little Bit Broad

A Very Unlikely Occurrence

Better At Rapping

Bizarro Genius Baby

Black Box

Braggadocio

Canadia

Captains Of Industry

Charisma Potion

Charity Case

Chisel Down

Colonel, Panic!

Crime Spree

Critical Hit

Devil In The Attic

Disaster

Diseases of Yore

Fast Company (30 Sec. MBA)

Final Boss

First World Problem

Floating Bridge

Forbidden Planet

Freedom Feud

Fresh Dog

Front The Least

Front The Most

Gold Locks

Gonna Be Your Man

Good Old Clyde

Goth Girls

Hassle: the Dorkening

I Can See

I Hate Your Blog

I Heart Fags

I'll Form The Head

In Arrears

Indier Than Thou

Invasion Of The Not Quite Dead

It Is Pitch Dark

ITC Stranger

Jacquelyn Hyde

Just Once

Listen Close

Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe

Machine Of Death

Message No. 419

Mornings Come And Go

Mountain Kind

Much Chubbier

My Sister

Nerd Versus Jock

Nerdcore Hiphop

Nerdcore Rising

Nerdlife

Oh, The Hilarity

Origin Of Species

Penny Arcade Theme

Power User

Pr0n S0ng

Rappers We Crush

Rewind That Back

Rhyme of the Nibelung

Romantic Cheapskate (Song Fight version)

Romantic Cheapskate v.2.0

Scare Goat

Secrets From The Future

Shame of the Otaku

Shellfishcore

Shudders

Small Data

Sockington 1M Theme

Socks On

Solved

Special Delivery

Speed Queen

Spoiler Alert

Start Over

Stoop Sale

Synonyms

The Council Of Loathing

This Old Man

Tongue-Clucking Grammarian

TP Factory Tour

Twenty-Six Hundred

Two Dreamers

Victorian Space Prostitute

Wakjakaga

Wallflowers

Which MC Was That?

Yellow Lasers

You Got Asperger's

Your Friend Wil

Zero Day

 

Guest Verses

Borken Telephone (by Rock, Paper, Cynic)

Boyfriend Material (by Miss Eaves)

Challenge Your Audience (by Mikal kHill)

Epic Fail (by Ken Flagg)

I Like It (by Supercommuter)

I Need Your Help (by Doug Funnie)

Intervention (by Schaffer The Dark Lord)

Kabuto Party (by Kabuto The Python)

Look At Me (by Allie Goertz)

Mecha Mechanics (by Whoremoans)

Noggin User (by Wordburglar)

O.G. Original Gamer (by MC Lars)

Oneonta (by MC Lars)

Ping Pong (by Optimus Rhyme)

Plastic Submarine (by The Grammar Club)

Reset Button (by Random AKA Megaran)

Salieri (by Adam WarRock)

Soda Water (by Jess Klein)

Teenage Dirtbag (by Wheatus)

Wake Up (by Random AKA Megaran)

Victorian Space Prostitute

Yep! She’s a hero from an anime or something:
clockwork parasol, laser pistol, rump swing,
bumping a light blue tint to the lips.
And most the fanboys ought to put on their bibs
or else cease/desist all of this dumbstruckery.
She isn’t interested in a conversation with you (luckily),
just posing for picture plates
and just adjusting the corset lace.
Now get ready for her, she’ll stroll by.
Blew a kiss at you once and you’re still so high.
So try to keep it steady with the picture phone
and if she drops her handkerchief, you leave it alone.

I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch
I just need you to watch me do something

So! In the shadow is a shadowy figure.
Katana and an M16, plus a big pure
grin underneath camo ninja mask.
If he interrogates you, might begin to ask
who had the bomb last. Mission time: limited!
He’s not the only super agent, just the only one who gives a shit.
And this is a stealth level, clearly.
That’s why maneuvers: all sides security
cams and guards, laser tripwires, pressure plates.
Man, that’s hard, but he won’t capitulate.
Don’t gesticulate! He’s concealed
for the benefit of onlookers. Keep eyes peeled.

In your heart you’d urge them pursue no less
than life, liberty, and the fursuit of happiness.
But when you see them in the seating at the panel,
you wonder why half elephant, half cocker spaniel.
Why the feather boa on a cat? Macabre.
Where’s it at — there’s got to be a catalog.
But they craft their hides in the home then wear them out.
And they’ll tell you what the lifestyle’s about.
With the purrs and growls, and the scent of upholstery.
Even though they’re all on display, I think mostly
these ones found invisibility spell.
Can’t see who they really are at all. Oh well.

Nope. The big arm cannon isn’t in good taste.
Neither is the steampunk nudist in a cape.
That one’s a badger disguised as Robin Hood.
Think your fashion criticism is in service of the common good?
Check the short-sleeve button-up, tie.
At your booth all surrounded with some things to buy,
you’re a headlamp wearer and an underlip beardo.
Is that costume ‘rapper?’ Kind of look like a weirdo.

Lyrics Copyright © 1999-2016 by MC Frontalot / Published by Nerdcore Fervor Conglomerated (ASCAP)