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)

Oh, The Hilarity

Front’s non-comedy stylings are piling up.
This must be the fifth one, like I’m just some punk-
ass non-clown not here to amuse you.
You’re free to hit stop, go get high and watch Blue’s Clues.
I got loose screws in my Comed-O-Matic at the moment.
The fun-fun truck is stuck in the parking lot doing donuts.
And though cuts by Front oft times cause ha-has unequaled,
ain’t nothing funny about 250,000 drowned people.

How I wish there were! The rhymes could unfurl apace.
Instead, I’m eking every syllable out, an ungeeklike doubt in the grace
of my brainstem. Pen to the pad: clumsy.
Six weeks since I sat dumbly,
watched the numbers go up like the odometer on a Formula One,
doubled in every headline as I fed my un-
drowned first-world self another breakfast.
Imagining to have a life not even wrecked, just
washed away clean, set out to ocean.
Kids who coveted stranded fish caught in the motion
of an unstable planet and its swiftly tilting seashores.
Pardon if the rhyme’s a little free-form.
And I ain’t been reborn lately, but I may be someday,
like two hundred and fifty thousand souls radioing mayday.

And imagine them all coming back at once:
a legion of newborns with wet eyes placing trust
in mainlands, mountains, and landlocked states,
keenly aware of potential repetitions of fate.
This adumbrated by the wobble in the womb,
ever sorrowful at the notion of a typhoon,
ever gleeful as a tree-full of dry leaf falls down
to land un-dampened, soft and still on the ground
(we’re still on the ground).

So look, I like making humor. I poke fun at tumors.
All the people that my government tortures, it ain’t rumors,
it’s comedy gold! And I’m old hand around the gallows.
All the jokes I crack are callous and callow,
and shallow and in poor taste.
But I can’t seem to summon that up today.
Might say all’s fair in despair and upheaval,
but there ain’t nothing funny about 250,000 drowned people.

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