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)

Critical Hit

Got to sometimes feel like,
oh my god,
life's so good.

I'm on the cover of a lot — a lot! — of magazines.
Note I don't say all. But I've been practicing
my big TV grin and charming banter.
Interviewers, always follow-upping on the answers.
Prancers such as I lift heels up.
Get your people here, we'll set some deals up.
But don't fuss my pretty little with the chores.
I'm critically acclaimed and I'm never ignored.
Now, notice that none of that's true.
Frontalot got inauthentic at you? What else is new?
What else to do but keep on seeming
like a celebration lyric could be anything redeeming?

I write the songs you can't get out of your head
and my artistic accomplishments are often said
to soften dread in the hearts of the reviewers:
"Another tour de force from the performer who inures
all listeners to the ravages of cynicism
with the pure and simple freshness of his syllogism."
Listen, isn't this the case: critical darlings
always are unbeloved of the masses; in the parlance
of the populace, they suck. And since I'm awful,
just an air gust that holds aloft the copter of the ROFL,
it's obvious why I'm such a critic's to-do.
But when Frontalot discusses it, is anything true?

And I quote, "His interrogation of failing to keep it real
disassembles the meaning inherent and then reveals
artifice itself to be integral to veracity."
...part of a 5-star notice posted about the last CD.
I'm at capacity, I overflow with fronting.
(That was a good point once, but I fear it suffers blunting.)
Let me simply tell you something: the living is good
up on the top of the top-ten lists where I just stood.
In my fist, where the disc should be brandished like a trophy,
instead I'm holding onto the prize possession: self-loathing.
And you know life's sweet if you can sing about that,
like I rolled nat 20, double damage on the track.

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