All Of Front’s Lyrics


A Little Bit Broad

A Very Unlikely Occurrence

Better At Rapping

Bizarro Genius Baby

Black Box



Captains Of Industry

Charisma Potion

Charity Case

Chisel Down

Colonel, Panic!

Crime Spree

Critical Hit

Devil In The Attic


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

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


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



Small Data

Sockington 1M Theme

Socks On


Special Delivery

Speed Queen

Spoiler Alert

Start Over

Stoop Sale


The Council Of Loathing

This Old Man

Tongue-Clucking Grammarian

TP Factory Tour

Twenty-Six Hundred

Two Dreamers

Victorian Space Prostitute



Which MC Was That?

Yellow Lasers

You Got Asperger's

Your Friend Wil

Zero Day


Guest Verses

Borken Telephone (by Rock, Paper, Cynic)

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)

Black Box

People are incredibly cannibals some—indeed all—of the time,
anonymous animals eating fruit off the vine,
and I mind when the vine fruit eaten is me.
Disenfranchisement: Frontalot MC.
Come and be skeptical, come and see spectacle.
Bear witness to misdirects I expect to pull.
As I get let full access to the war chest,
I’ll afford you any outcome. Come on, shout some requests!
Like: Yea on the vote for: I get to count votes.
Contract to me? Don’t you see shit floats?
And I hope I don’t break my back in the battening
of hatches. Indicate a smattering of latches
under oath, and we’re covered, it’s cool.
Under those, exquisitely tooled
patchwork of fail-safes and tamperproof seals,
at which the hax0r kids scamper with zeal.
But it still don’t matter who proves concept.
Long bet against it getting to committee; non-threat.
Give you any vote you want, never once get caught,
at the election emporium of MC Frontalot

[Random AKA MegaRan]
My black box, that’s what I used to vote with,
till I realized that I’m still a culprit.
Well, let me explain, I’m hip to the game.
Listen carefully, so you don’t get caught up the same.
You see, I used to vote faithfully, but nowadays
I’d rather just wait and see, ‘cause these folks
never cared about saving me: since slavery, look what they gave to me.
Since way back when, check it out, we was all taught
in school that we could each make a difference.
Now I realize that history is written by the winners,
and it’s all just misrepresented.
You cast your vote? How can you be sure
that the machines that you’re using are totally secure?
You should feel like a tool, ‘cause you’re all being fooled
by television, books, even teachers at school.
You’re better off playing the Lotto, ‘cause you’re
gambling with your future if you choose to follow,
so I’d rather sit at home with my hand on the bottle,
living for today, ‘cause I don’t care about tomorrow.

Radical claptrap will bubble at the edges
of the citizenry among the young and the restless,
but the free and the young never battle for nothing;
they let me pickpocket votes, take the roads but they’re bluffing.
And gone are the days, tombstones on the voter rolls.
Now it’s all ports and diodes and nodes
and stickers and trucks and look, we’ve got it in hand.
Go read the tinhatterati, you want a sinister plan.
Just trust we deliver on the balloting day.
You need deniability while you’re pretending to pray,
and I’ve got to get to work ‘cause you’re ten points down,
and I better be your co-chair—I built this town!
If you’re looking for a bargain on a way to prevail,
Ohio and Florida are still on sale,
but I’ve got to charge a lobbying fee for the service,
‘cause folks want to vote and they’re making me nervous.

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