And there’s a reason
Frontalot can tell it to you plain.
I’m renowned for my genuine and forthright stance.
Now, I never nod knowingly nor wink in a glance.
Got to think in advance, plot ahead, and prepare,
‘cause the name of the MC, once it’s declared,
is a strong signifier of a fast one pulled.
Was a fat tank of fronting turned a teaspoonful?
Are you supposed to suppose I’ve inverted my act?
Is it yet another feint to disorient and distract?
Here’s a pact. Let’s enter it. I’ll be good
for the length of the song that’s already afoot.
And I’ll put a little English on it, but believe
that the last thing Frontalot will do is deceive.
So, please, this is actual and not made up.
But if Frontalot says it, skepticism erupts.
I’m not driven to hush. You can heed the reply:
always tell it like it is, and there is a reason why.
Since that’s settled, let’s get to the facts.
Every even-keeled stoic always overreacts.
All solutions are hacks. Every opposite is an equal
(and if it attracts, look out or you’ll make a sequel).
Freedom’s a right but having any means you’re privileged.
And our religion of consumerism might have hit a glitch.
Clowns are unhappy. Jugglers drop stuff.
I display cowardice whenever you talk tough.
My least favorite thing is a hypocrite, but I’ll be one.
And the worst thing about my mistakes is they’re all reruns.
And I’ll discuss me by name. This occurs.
Frontalot gets more recognition than he deserves.
I take sincerity backroads but I keep it in the lane,
and I promised you a reason so I’d better explain
why the rest of the catalog appears to careen.
If I don’t mean it and you know it then you know just what I mean.