All Of Front’s Lyrics


A Little Bit Broad

Apocalypse Bards

A Very Unlikely Occurrence

Bad Nerd

Better At Rapping

Bizarro Genius Baby

Black Box



Captains Of Industry

Charisma Potion

Charity Case

Chisel Down

Colonel, Panic!

Crime Spree

Critical Hit

Dating Profile


Devil In The Attic


Diseases of Yore

Extremely Online

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 Hate Your Blog (Unplugged 2019)

I Heart Fags

I'll Form The Head

In Arrears

Indier Than Thou

Internet Sucks

Invasion Of The Not Quite Dead

It Is Pitch Dark

ITC Stranger

IWF (Internetting While Female)

Jacquelyn Hyde

Just Once

Listen Close

Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe

Machine Of Death

Memes Are Stupid

Message No. 419

Mornings Come And Go

Mountain Kind

Much Chubbier

My Sister

Nerd Versus Jock

Nerdcore Hiphop

Nerdcore Rising


Never Read The Comments

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 Is Not A Drill

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

Algorithm (by Mega Ran)

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)

Old Enough (by Random AKA Mega Ran)

Oneonta (by MC Lars)

Ping Pong (by Optimus Rhyme)

Plastic Submarine (by The Grammar Club)

Proto Culture Redux [Remix] (by Mega Ran and Del Tha Funkee Homosapien)

Reset Button (by Random AKA Mega Ran)

Revenge Of The Nerds Part II (by MC Lars)

Salieri (by Adam WarRock)

Soda Water (by Jess Klein)

Tag Team (by Beefy)

Teenage Dirtbag (by Wheatus)

Wake Up (by Random AKA Mega Ran)

Watchmen (by MC Lars and Mega Ran)

A Little Bit Broad

My shit is a little bit broad for the taste at the top;
you could look your nose down if you want.
But if you do, nerdcore'll pass you by.
Oops! Found it habit forming, had you avid for the high.
Has you laughing in the eye, snorting through the left nostril:
that's a withdrawal symptom, the kind to make agnostics hostile
or make a true believer pray
that the nerd rhyme might return some day.
...Got obliterated by the nerdcore flow.
I like sophistication. That's obvious, right?
I never easy-upped a lyric in attempt to delight
the ever larger and dumber swaths of population.
I run this operation. I grew impatient with the ratio
of smarties to dims;
offhand when I named it, yet hardly a whim.
I been discarding the trim ever since, soaking fat up,
and luxuriating in the recognition from the kids who got the bad upkeep
on their personal space,
who were too bright to learn shit like manners, taste.
Concentrate! I'm discussing the elevated.
The tips-top of think-thunk. The pinnacles of armor-plated,
upbraided by the combed-hair crowd;
comebacks concocted, not said out loud,
would have been incomprehensible to the hebetudinous.
That's why my comedy's low when laughing at you's at the root of this.
My shit is a little bit broad for the taste at the top;
you can look your nose down if you want.
Oh noes, where'd your taste go?
Got obliterated by the nerdcore flow!
And that's a crit I never get. They say I rock, but too focused.
Each old-school vocal twixt node and locus
invokes this nostalgia. I'm tamping it down
(and I'll yell, "keep settled!" while I'm stamping around)
because the future's got a brilliance. Still, I mean: clever.
How many dumbenings-down? Count 'em up: none whatever.
Zero umbrellas to protect from disdain:
I put my worst foot forward, code it hard in the name
nerdcore. Just the way that it sounds.
You're always looking for a treatise, Frontalot can expound.
If I don't for the sake of the already-mentioned dull-witted,
just take what you can from out the lyric. I put in it
every miniscule intention, every motive, every clue,
every riddle to unravel, everything you've got to do
to make the rhyme happen. If you don't, so sad.
But if you grok, talk of dumb joke rap gets forbad.
All the high-brows pointing out my four-bit words,
up in the next breath tell me nerdcore's absurd.
Shut up, ass head! You and your big talk can go screw.
I'll aim my loafer at your bottom, probably cuss at you too.
Probably fuss and go blue before I cease my little tantrum.
Put my whining on the loop, "nerdcore" describes the anthem.
Call it all foolishness? Mostly wouldn't disagree.
Titanic ego, low self esteem.

Lyrics Copyright © 1999-2020 by MC Frontalot / Published by Nerdcore Fervor Conglomerated (ASCAP)