All Of Front’s Lyrics

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A Little Bit Broad

Apocalypse Bards

A Very Unlikely Occurrence

Bad Nerd

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

Dating Profile

DDoS

Devil In The Attic

Disaster

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

Nerdlife

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

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 Is Not A Drill

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

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)

Invasion Of The Not Quite Dead

It’s not a tragedy. Nobody thinks so.

Mortality! It’s inescapable.
Want to get out of it? Nobody’s capable.
Get it stapled to the manila folder
of your life when the moment arrives.
A pure certification of events:
birth; vaccinations; graduations; rent.
Then when it’s all over with,
hope you get laid to rest underneath an obelisk
and don’t have to keep hustling on,
ashamed of your shamble like you’ve done something wrong
by swindling the reaper out of one scythe swipe
or turning all the living into fun-sized bites.
You can’t help it. Your life priorities
left with your last breath, and the enormity
of this milestone isn’t noted by your mourners.
They’re too busy wishing you’d go back to the coroner’s.

You have to learn to live with the fact that you’re dead.

There’s plenty of you now and plenty more coming,
and some of them think they’ll survive, so keep running.
But sooner or later we all run out of time.
The trick is to not get stuck one foot over the line,
nothing left but your viciousness.
Maybe that’s all you ever were. Death’s chrysalis
led to the one true you, and it’s hungry.
Eat another neighbor up. Blood on your dungarees.
The guns release bullets. You don’t mind.
Your gullet’s so full, it’s divine.
And this is like a miracle, to linger past your passing,
a blessing that’s lasting: a horde fast amassing.
Please forgive loved ones who aren’t missing you,
photo albums they’re not reminiscing through.
Remember what the preacher at your funeral said:
it isn’t quite a tragedy, you’re not quite dead.

Product of voodoo? Maybe mad science?
Doesn’t matter now. You’re free from reliance
on reasons for things. They all just happen.
Blood just splatters. Didn’t bring a napkin —
so inconsiderate! But that’s canonical.
Consciousness gone, it was epiphenomenal.
Plain talk: haven’t got your head on straight.
Now you’re the one all of them want to decapitate.
Don’t let ‘em! They’re morsels, all.
You can come get ‘em. They’re of course appalled,
but before long they won’t care, like you don’t.
They’ll be craving the long prosciutto
and otherwise undesirous of anything.
Ready for this? Or is it unsettling?
Every one of us has squandered years,
so go for the gory. Bite in between the ears.

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